November 9, in the Glazed Palace.
"So they've already passed through the Sea Vortex Gate and reached the shore?"
Dressed in a loose black robe patterned with dark-gold clouds, Fang Qianyuan lounged sideways, his right elbow propped on a cushion and a wine jug in his other hand. He addressed the palace servant who had come to report as casually as if they were chatting about everyday affairs.
Behind him, a petite maid in her early teens patiently gathered up his hair and combed it with a stiff ox-horn comb.
The servant replied, "Yes. Sea City is an unavoidable stop on the way to the Flowing Cloud Grotto. If you go there, you can hold talks with Golden Toad True Person and his companions before they enter the grotto..."
Fang Qianyuan tipped the wine into his mouth and drained the jug. "I understand," he said thoughtfully.
"Then I shall take my leave."
"Young master, your hair is so strange!" After the servant left, Fang Qianyuan picked up another wine jug and continued drinking. Behind him, the little maid looked curious, as though she had something to say but was hesitant to speak.
"Oh? What's strange about it?" Fang Qianyuan asked.
"It's... it's... I can't quite put it into words." The little maid pondered, her face full of frustration.
She felt that this Young Master Fang's hair was far too soft and smooth.
And it was so light that it seemed to weigh nothing at all, as though it was not real hair, but wisps of black smoke!
It was icy and cool, too, almost freezing to the touch!
While the little maid struggled to describe it, Ink Fairy came in from outside. The moment she saw him, she asked, "Young Master Fang, have you heard? Those people will be here