The Clear Breeze Pavilion was both a restaurant and theater, with faint singing reverberating and carrying into the room.
"Once ordained beneath the lotus dais, missed by fate..."
The man in the seat of honor lowered his gaze, appearing half-asleep and half-awake. He held an incense burner with one hand, suspended and steady, greedily inhaling the strands of fragrance through his nose.
No trace of the incense escaped into the air,
and yet his nose was large like a dragon's!
"The Moon Viewing Tower's façade was destroyed?" he seemed to awaken and asked.
Someone promptly knelt and responded, "Yes, Zhao Incense Master. According to the surviving brothers, the killer is that Min Ning, Min Household Commander."
"What an impressive technique."
The man at the top sighed and said:
"A true hero, no less.
But, as it happens, my favorite thing is to kill such heroes."
After speaking, he greedily took another deep breath of the incense.
