Very soon, his men brought the envoy from Luoyang into the main tent.
That man stepped into the tent and, as he lifted his head, revealed a handsome face with a hint of sickliness, especially those slanting, predatory eyes, deep and cold—meeting that gaze for an instant was enough to stir a bad feeling in Ashina Zhuxie's heart. But he remained motionless in his seat, watching this man stroll unhurriedly to the center of the tent and offer him a salute.
"I pay my respects to the Khan."
"And you are—"
"I am Wang Shaoqiu."
At the sound of that name, a sharp light flashed in Ashina Zhuxie's eyes.
