THE FIRE PALACE.
Zuran was in his royal red garment, pacing back and forth at the entrance of his court.
It had been days since he took this position—days since he had patiently learned all that was expected of him as a leader. He had done so because Ren had told him to do so while waiting for him. And he did.
Within those days, a lot had happened in the place. The wrath of the ancestors had fallen on those who collaborated with Si Hai to carry out his treasonous activities.
They had all died mysteriously, and some were arrested and thrown into the abyss of no return. Si Hai's daughter was spared, as she was left to take over his clan.
Change had taken over the atmosphere, and everything was reset, slowly taking another route.
Zuran was pacing back and forth, waiting for news. It had been a short while since he had last seen Ren, and he was already missing him. He was also getting worried about him.
