From the few sentences of conversation they had, Yaj did not sense the slightest panic from this young man who had an unappealing facial features but an indescribable expression and black hair that represented 'a lowly identity' in most of the countries in the Green Leaf Mainland in front of her.
As she gave an order —"Guard the door!"— to the soldiers followed her, she gently fanned the fragrant fan and walked into the hotel room gracefully. She sat directly on the round chair in the center of the living room and opened her veil, revealing that exceptionally beautiful face. At once, it felt as though the entire room had become brightly lit.