Ocean City – Royal Barracks (Secret Meeting Room)
The flickering torches cast long shadows on the stone walls.
The room was dim, quiet, and smelled of incense and sea salt.
Lan Jinhai sat at the head of a long table, arms folded, deep in thought. Next to him, a scroll lay open, displaying a rough sketch of Hei Long's face with the words:
"Name: Unknown. Cultivation: Strong. Aura: Smug."
His fingers tapped the table in annoyance.
"He made my sister blush," he muttered.
"He stole from our auction. He left a sarcastic note. And now... she's defending him."
He gritted his teeth. "I need a countermeasure. Someone with burning jealousy. Someone who hates this bastard as much as I do."
Just then, the doors creaked open.
"You summoned me?" said a cocky voice.
Lin Fan strolled in, hands behind his head, trying his best to look cool.
He failed immediately by tripping over the carpet and nearly face-planting, but recovered with a weird twirl and finger gun.
"Sup," he grinned.
