Meeting

The climate of Kun-Lai Summit was somewhat similar to that of the Borean Tundra. At night, air currents from the Kun-Lai plains blew through the Temple of the White Tiger. Even the strongest Pandaren monks had to wrap their robes tightly around themselves.

Nathanos had long since lost his sense of heat and cold. He could not feel the former, and he was accustomed to the latter. So when he returned to the Temple of the White Tiger, even the monk who received him was surprised by his thin clothing.

Where was she? Nathanos did not ask the question. He had already caught Sylvanas's scent.

"Master Shado-Pan asked us to prepare ten monks for you, so that you may complete your mission."

At this moment, the Witherer had no desire to discuss any mission. He nodded perfunctorily. "Have them get ready. We leave at dawn tomorrow."

The monk bowed and withdrew. Before leaving, she specifically pointed Nathanos in the right direction. His guest was waiting for him on the platform outside the training square of the Temple of the White Tiger.

On the way here, he had thought of many things he wanted to discuss with Sylvanas, as well as the things the Female Elf might say. Yet what troubled the Witherer was that what each of them wanted to tell the other had nothing to do with the other.

He would talk politics, talk about the current situation. The Female Elf, meanwhile, would speak of more personal matters, like little secrets shared between lovers.

So who would yield to whom?

Could this meeting be considered diplomacy? Even though Nathanos wanted the answer to be yes, he doubted whether, the moment he saw Sylvanas, he would still be Nathanos the Witherer.

The Female Elf stood at the edge of the