The crisp morning rays hit the elegant courtyard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion as the first rays of dawn hit the dark stone floor.
Tony Clark sat casually on a stone bench under a glowing bamboo tree, his standard lazy smile playing on his lips as he enjoyed the thick, refreshing primordial energy of his new home.
A soft rustle of fine silk and the familiar scent of azure herbs suddenly cut through the quiet morning air. Tony didn't even lift his head from the simple wooden table; his Truth Eye had already perfectly traced the elegant, hesitant footsteps of Lady Selena Faith as she walked through the pavilion's grand arched gateway.
Selena was accompanied by two high-level, dark-armored guards from the Golden Phoenix Merchant Guild, who were carefully carrying a heavy, beautifully polished silver iron chest between them.
