"Mr. Li, please wait a moment."
Li Guanyi's footsteps halted slightly as something was thrown his way. He reached out and caught it—it was a piece of gold. Turning around, he saw a spirited young man, around twenty years old, with an unrestrained look in his eyes and the imposing air of a fierce tiger or soaring dragon, who laughed:
"Mr. Li has good reflexes."
Leaning against a tree, the young man leapt down, his demeanor bold and relaxed. He gave a respectful bow with his hands clasped together and said:
"I am Jiang Yuan, a prince of Ying Country. I saw you being invited by our elder brother, and judging by your current appearance..."
"Did talks break down?"
He spoke these words with an easygoing martial world air, to which Li Guanyi replied with an air of neither servility nor arrogance, "The Crown Prince has broad ambitions but, unfortunately, I do not share such grand visions and cannot walk the same path with him. It's not a matter of 'talks breaking down' or not."
