The days passed after Shang Luo arrived. What shocked Asura was nothing happened. He didn't approach any of his women or speak to the high nobles of Silvara. It felt strange that although he came here to approach him and Vela for some purpose, even Mu Yue didn't know.
Shang Luo didn't take any action.
Until his second week at the academy, during one of the brief breaks, Asura was washing his face after training with Vela and Amalia.
"Excuse me. I am sorry to approach you in such an improper fashion."
Asura turned around after wiping his face with his towel to see who the owner of the voice was. He was a youth that stood just below six feet tall with an expressionless face. Although his voice had a softness to it, the youth was dressed in a black robe and had a sword by his waist, the black hair of the east fluttering in the wind.
