The trees fanned around violently as the heavy rainfall flooded down on them. Dark clouds engulfed the sky, covering every bit of sunlight. Weisheng sat on one of the stone seats circling the stone table. His attendants stood all around the pavilion, caring less for the showers of rain that drenched them.
The anonymous man stood right next to Weisheng under the shade of the pavilion, "Your Lordship, what do you think of the rain?"
Weisheng grabbed the cup of warm tea, sipping some of it before looking up at the man, "It's inconvenient, unnecessarily cold, and ominous. What else is there to think of it?"
The anonymous man grinned widely, "That's more like it! The more you act like yourself, the better life will treat you." He expressed joyously, "Your Lordship," He enthusiastically addressed Weisheng before kneeling on one knee, clasping his hands and looking up at Weisheng.
Weisheng quietly stared at the man.
