Song Ciwan slowly traveled on a cloud through the wondrous, giant world.
Down below, Master Chen had already handed his stall at Petal Square over to Wu the Ninth.
Wu the Ninth was at a loss. His grasp of the foreign tongue was clumsy, and he was completely unable to handle the barrage of chattering questions from the Elf men and women.
In just a moment, he was utterly flustered. Master Chen had only just walked across a single petal when several of the Elves who had been gathered at the stall scattered.
Master Chen glanced back, glaring at Wu the Ninth with considerable annoyance.
Wu the Ninth ducked his head, a fawning, pleading smile on his face.
Master Chen waved his hand in exasperation and walked away. He had to go; there were things that needed to be done. There was nothing for it, even if business suffered.
Song Ciwan watched from afar on her cloud, mulling over the information she had just heard.
'The Chuzhou Zhang Family!'
