The grand hall of Aksai's palace was bright and calm this morning.
Shafts of sunlight passed through the large crystal windows, scattering soft glows over the Spirit stone tiles. The faint scent of burning incense filled the air, and the sound of Spirit birds chirping outside mixed with the murmured voices of a few subordinates gathered near Aksai's seat.
One had to say that Aksai palace was an ideal blend of sophisticated architecture and nature's elements. Even though it looked simple at a first glance, the more one lived inside the more rejuvenated they'd feel.
Aksai sat on a throne-like chair carved from pale jadewood, a simple robe draped loosely over his shoulders. He was speaking in a low voice to a few low-level managers about the new Spirit water irrigation system for the northern farmland when the heavy doors of the hall opened slowly.
Ruan entered, leading two boys beside him.
