Chapter 9
At the same time, in the next room on the fifth floor of the Drunken Cloud, there were a group of people from Beiming.
The two men sat at the table were dressed in elegant black robes with distinctive embroidery of large lotus’.
The younger person looked around fourteen or fifteen years of age. His facial features were dainty and he carried a particular charm about him. The smiling young man seemed like a cheerful person.
The other man looked like he was about twenty-two or twenty-three of age and extraordinarily majestic. He had an overbearing and assertive air about him which exuded an imposing sense of prestige of someone with high stature.
Kneeled before the two men was a person dressed in black.
“Speak,” said Han Moze, the elder of the two, in a deep voice. Then, he swept a glance at the subordinate on the floor.
Although he merely said one word, it wasn’t difficult to make out the strong magnetism and the clarity of flowing spring water from broken ice in his voice. He had a voice which made listeners subconsciously feel his every word with their very soul.
Kneeled on the floor, the subordinate’s entire body trembled under the weight of his mighty aura.
Then, with a subtle exhale, he politely reported, “I’ve investigated the Third Young Miss and discovered that she often comes and goes to places with connections to the Blood Feast. Behind the scenes, she must have some kind of relationship with someone powerful. Additionally, the Third Young Miss’ reputation of being an idiot first originated from a competition held in the Capital. She received last place, but on top of that, someone deliberately made this news public as to make her the talk of the the Capital.”
Han Moze smirked and declined to comment.