In the far reaches of the Wang Clan's territory, nestled within the borderlands of the Moonlight Province, a grand spirit ship descended through the clouds. Its hull gleamed with celestial runes, and atop its mast fluttered the emblem of the mighty Wang Clan an azure dragon coiling around a moon of jade.
As the ship landed in the capital city's courtyard, its arrival stirred ripples through the ranks of officials and cultivators alike. From its deck stepped a young man clad in flowing blue robes, his expression calm yet aloof, like a distant star untouched by mortal concerns. Behind him followed a group of loyal retainers, their steps silent and disciplined.
Awaiting his arrival was none other than the governor of Moonlight Province himself. A seasoned man with graying temples and a dignified posture, he dropped to one knee the moment the youth appeared.
"I welcome Young Master Wang Yu," the governor said with deep reverence, head bowed low.
Wang Yu's gaze swept over him briefly, his tone indifferent. "Hmm. Follow me to my residence."
With that, he turned without another word, his procession following in perfect harmony like a tide pulled by his presence.
In the heart of the provincial mansion, Wang Yu sat upon a raised throne. The hall was silent, save for the subtle hum of spirit runes embedded in the walls. Before him knelt the governor and his retainers, heads lowered in humility.
The governor spoke respectfully, "Young Master, as per your command, I've ordered the compilation of all reports concerning the conflict between the Feng Clan and our own. It shall arrive momentarily."
Wang Yu gave a slight nod, resting his cheek on one hand as he waited. Moments later, a jade scroll was brought forth. He accepted it without a word, eyes scanning its contents with practiced ease. After a short pause, he looked toward the governor.
"Is there any new inside information?" he asked, his tone sharp yet measured.
The governor was unsurprised by the question. In the delicate balance of power between the Four Ancient Saint Clans, spies were as common as shadows at dusk. An unspoken agreement lingered among them: as long as these agents did not cause serious harm or reveal themselves foolishly, their presence would be tolerated. No clan had initiated a full-scale war since their founding an era of measured cold war rather than open conflict.
With a calm voice, the governor replied, "Young Master, our agents have indeed reported the arrival of someone unusual. Judging by the level of protection around him and Boa Ling's personal involvement in his reception it's likely he hails from the main branch of the Feng Clan."
A thought stirred in the governor's mind: Could it be that Young Master Wang has come because of this 'special guest'?
But he dared not voice such speculation aloud, for his rank did not permit such liberties.
Wang Yu, sharp as ever, perceived the governor's unspoken thoughts. He said nothing, merely observing in silence.
After a moment of contemplation, he waved his hand dismissively. "You may leave."
Without hesitation, the governor and the gathered followers bowed and filed out of the hall, their footsteps quiet against the polished stone.
Now alone, Wang Yu remained seated upon the throne, his gaze turned slightly upward as if peering through the ceiling toward the heavens.
"An interesting guest, is it" he murmured to himself, a faint curve appearing on his lips.