"… Then I guess we'll be taking our leave then, Your Majesty. It was an honor to have been in your presence." The elderly man that had come together greeted with cupped hands as he pulled the silent Wu Zhen away, their figures retreating towards the still-destroyed doors.
I merely watched the audience take their leaves as I fondled Nyssara, much to her dismay, but I couldn't be bothered.
The meeting at some point had become a bunch of wussies trying not to shit their pants in front of the emperor and his clearly friendly group of thugs (us), which kind of killed the whole excitement I'd had coming.
It was even worse since Wu Zhen hadn't bothered saying anything else since he got put through a wall by Paku. The man just stood there, eyes bloodshot in silence, as he didn't even bother to hide his killing intent—something that made me have to work hard to keep Shulvan from erasing the man multiple times over.
