The leader of the Iron Fist Gang said to the soldier standing guard at the entrance, his hand shielding his eyes from the sun, "I have important business with the Lord!"
The soldier glanced at him, nodding in recognition. "Wait here. I'll go report it."
The sun beating down was intense enough to make one flustered, but the leader of the Iron Fist Gang stood obediently beneath it, not daring to move an inch as he waited.
After some time, the soldier finally pushed the door open and said, "The Lord will see you now."
The leader of the Iron Fist Gang offered his thanks before quickly pushing open the door and entering the small courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, a wave of cool air washed over him.
Water from a pool was being propelled into the sky by some unseen force, where it dispersed into a fine mist.
The Lord was sitting under a pavilion, eating grapes as he read a book.
