But peace was never easy. Conflict was inevitable.
'One day, I will no longer have to act according to my Father-Emperor's whims,' Lu Mingyuan thought to himself.
Under the cover of night, a thick, killing intent surged forth.
WHOOSH!
Outside the Imperial Palace, a sinister wind began to blow.
Figure after figure cloaked in black appeared, standing in the shadows. Each one wore a White Lotus Conical Hat.
One of them, a sallow-faced elder holding a dark red Holy Staff, stared at the brightly lit Imperial Palace and said, "Today is the Grand Banquet. The gates of the Imperial City are open, and the arrays are down. Tonight is the perfect time for us to strike. No matter what, we must cause a big enough commotion to attract the Court's attention!"
