Zhao Jing was a central figure in the financial conglomerate known as the Zhao Lineage.
Despite his youth, he already controlled the resources of several countries. One could say he was riding high, with the wind and waves at his command.
Today, Zhao Jing had brought a group of retainers here to dine.
The Zhao Lineage belonged to no country and stood above the Southern Kingdoms, so he had long grown accustomed to everyone making way for him. Fear was what ought to fill their eyes.
Yet the moment he stepped into the inn, his gaze locked onto the two figures upstairs who did not rise to move aside.
One look put his mind at ease. Though the pair were simply dressed, the Pass Tokens hanging at their waists, unique to the Heavenly Strategy Dynasty, gleamed with a lustrous sheen beneath the lamplight.
Zhao Jing was no fool, and he had seen enough of the world to know better than to act out of line.
His lineage could summon wind and rain in the Southern Kingdoms, but before a colossus like the Heavenly Strategy Dynasty, they truly amounted to little.
But merchants valued profit. Zhao Jing's eyes shifted as an idea struck him, and he straightened his clothes before heading upstairs.
As he cupped his hands in greeting, the priceless Lantian Jade Pendant at his waist made not the slightest sound. "Young master, young lady, I am Zhao Jing of the Zhao Lineage. Forgive my intrusion."
Li Chen lifted his eyes to size up this uninvited young man.
Cloud patterns were subtly embroidered on the cuffs of his moon-white robe, while the South Sea Pearl set into his hair crown shone with a soft halo in the candlelight. He positively radiated wealth.
"This meal is on me." Smiling, Zhao Jing