What Is Reality?

Kalimdor Continent, Eternal Night Palace.

While the outside world was lively beyond measure, Boss Hu remained happily bedridden at home, doing everything except actual work.

That day, the sun was bright, the breeze was enticing, and birds perched in the trees, chirping endlessly. Boss Hu strolled toward his private side hall, thoroughly enjoying this post-meal walk.

He pushed open the door...

"You temptress! You keep twisting your ass around and flaunting yourself. Don't think you can seduce Sarodar into corruption with your looks! Have some shame! Get out of here! Go back to the dark nest of your Court Elves!"

"Heh... you lowly human woman. Just because you possess a little of Sarodar's power, you think you can point fingers at me however you please? How utterly ridiculous. When I ruled the elven empire ten thousand years ago, you humans were still a pack of stupid Vrykul cowering underground in Northrend! A rat-like race, all of you!"

"What did you say? You damned fallen witch!"

"Bow before the Light of Lights!"

Inside the private side hall, Vivianka and Queen Azshara were glaring furiously at each other. Neither would give an inch; they seemed determined not to stop until they had argued the roof off.

Flower Birds Wind Moon, hanging on the rear wall, had long since tightly shut its scroll, apparently too lazy to listen to the two chattering women quarrel.

Boss Hu stood at the doorway in thought for a moment, then slowly closed the door and turned to leave.

No way I'm staying in this battlefield. I'm out. Farewell.

Forget it. I'll get off work early today and go play cards with those two old geezers, Lothar and Llane.

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