Master Jing thought he was just going on a diplomatic mission, taking a little stroll and flirting with the beauties of Ximo. He never expected to get caught up in a royal struggle. As the conflict unfolds, he goes from watching coldly from the sidelines to becoming more deeply involved. He doesn't know where the wind came from to stir the banner, or why sand blurred his vision. Perhaps there was no wind and no banner. Perhaps his heart had already been moved...
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