In an instant, the expressions of the divine officials changed, becoming more subtle than that of Pei Ming.
A white-clad Daoist stepped forward, serene and graceful; it was none other than Xie Lian.
The crowd greeted him with respect, saying, “Crown Prince! Your Highness!”
Their expressions and words were careful and polite.
Xie Lian reciprocated with equal courtesy, stepping forward to greet them, “Lord Rain Master.”
The Rain Master led the tall black bull, his guardian steed, to the makeshift pavilion, nodding slightly in acknowledgment.
On the back of the black bull were large boxes of local specialties said to nurture the guardian beasts.
Upon hearing this, some divine officials eagerly rushed over to share, while others stood still.
Xie Lian chose not to partake, and the Rain Master said, “I brought something else for you, Your Highness.”
Xie Lian smiled, “Ah, thank you in advance! What is it?”
The Rain Master took out a small piece of white cloth wrapped around something.
When he unveiled it, Xie Lian’s eyes lit up, “Thank you, Lord Rain Master! I’ve been searching everywhere for this!”
Feng Xin approached to take a look and exclaimed, “Rare silk! That’s wonderful! You can finally repair that thing of yours!”
Xie Lian rummaged in his sleeve, pulling out two broken pieces of white silk.