All was the same. The same seat, same incense, the old servant standing in the same corner and Madam Xiao’s movements were as graceful and cheery as before.
The painting-like scene was inexpressibly quiet. The atmosphere was subtle, as if a fog was floating in the air, carrying a certain tension.
Madam Xiao spoke suddenly, "What do you think, Mister Chu?"
"What do you mean?" Ai Hui responded. He was somewhat stunned by her stupid question.
"That earlier battle. Could it be that you have no thoughts on it?"
"Thoughts? My thoughts aren’t important and I do not wish to get involved." Ai Hui conveniently added, "I have other matters to attend to and was just planning to bid goodbye."
He would be a fool if he hadn’t already understood the other party’s apprehension. Although he wasn’t clear as to what was going on exactly, he could tell from the battle crew’s allocation that this was going to be a maelstrom.
