Shen Haoran lay casually on his massive king sized bed, his arms folded behind his head as he stared intently at the intricate golden formations etched into the high ceiling, seemingly lost deep in profound, strategic thought.
The soft, ambient glow of the protective arrays illuminated the sharp, noble angles of his handsome face, making him look like a slumbering deity resting after a grand cosmic war.
Or, at least, that was exactly what it appeared to be to any outside observer.
In truth, hidden beneath the thick locks of his brilliant, shimmering golden hair, there was a remarkably small, highly sophisticated crescent-shaped communication artifact hooked securely onto his left ear.
A faint, near-invisible ripple of encrypted spiritual frequency vibrated through the device.
