In the deep evening, Stars-picking Pavilion, Xuanyuan Hill...
In long robe, Xuanyuan Changying was standing on the top of Stars-picking Pavilion which was higher than 200 m. Hands on back, he had been looking up at the stars for two hours without moving.
Not until his trusted bodyguard said in a low tone with footsteps, "Your Majesty, Mr. Fang has arrived..." did he let out a long sigh and turn around abruptly. Being as silent as before, he strode towards the study room...
In the study room, a literati in green robe was waiting there. Xuanyuan Changying opened the curtain, causing jade beads quiver like how rain beat plantain leaves. Closely after that, Xuanyuan Changying strode forward with the wind as he said, "Mr. Fang..."
