Master Mo was the swordsman of the highest state in this world.
It was such a fact that he could be recognized easily when he was standing in black clothing in the Royal Palace covered by the white snow.
Normally, he was not allowed to stand here; but he did anyway because nobody dared question him.
Some imprints of bird feet were on the snow, which were left by the green bird when she flew over in the sky.
Master Mo stopped looking at the sky. He looked at those imprints of bird feet instead, reflecting on something.
The Grand Scholar Zhang was looking at the tea in the teacup, which was getting cold, in his office outside the Royal Palace, pondering something as well.
An official standing in front of him displayed a nervous visage.