In the highest tower of Ocean City's inner palace, the Prince—Lan Yinyin's older brother, Lan Wuheng—was pacing furiously.
"A peasant," he muttered under his breath, his velvet shoes thudding with each step. "A sect rat… with smug eyes and not a single bow of respect… dares to steal my sister's attention?"
He threw a priceless teacup against the wall.
Shards scattered like his dignity.
"Unforgivable!"
One of his personal guards, trembling like a leaf, finally asked, "My prince, what would you like to do?"
Wuheng spun dramatically, silken robes swishing.
"We will form… an Alliance."
"Alliance, Your Highness?"
"Yes. The Anti-Hei Long Alliance."
The guard blinked.
"...Like… other young masters that hate him?"
"Exactly! I've already made a list! Look!"
He pulled out a scroll with great flair. It read:
Enemies of Hei Long
Lin Fan (tragic loser)
A young master from the Flower Pavilion whose fiancée swooned for Hei Long during the beast-taming segment
