Wu Jian looked at Huǒ Shuchang, then at the person who had spoken. It was a young man maybe a few years older than his companion. He had similar red hair, but his was several shades darker, and even his eyes were a deep crimson. The structure of his face was similar enough that Wu Jian thought they might be related.
He wore an elaborate robe unlike anything Wu Jian had ever seen. The designs embedded into the robe were those of a phoenix ascending into the sky. The garment’s crimson color served to further enhance the phoenix’s majesty. Wu Jian couldn’t tell what it was made of, but he could at least tell the fabric was more expensive than anything he had seen thus far.
“It is you, isn’t it? How long has it been since we last met?”
The man walked up to him and Huǒ Shuchang. His eyes dan
