Lu Shan nodded obediently and ran off toward Shen Yi, who was already attempting to climb a low ice sculpture on her own. Song Yue caught her just in time, shaking her head with a helpless smile.
Mark walked over to Lan Xia, brushing the snow from his sleeves. "What is it?"
Lan Xia handed him the scroll without ceremony. "A message just arrived."
Mark took it, his fingers pausing slightly as he felt the seal. "From the imperial palace already?" He raised an eyebrow. "They're being far too impatient if that's the case."
Lan Xia shook her head. "It's not from the Emperor."
Mark looked at her again, surprised this time. "Then who?"
"Lord Hei," she replied calmly. "He sent word that he will arrive at the sect this afternoon. He wants to speak with you in person."
Mark's expression shifted immediately. The casual ease he had while playing with his children faded into thoughtful seriousness. "Lord Hei…" he murmured. "That's unexpected."
