The Tasted Sword

The voice that boomed with power and an innate sharpness entered Yan Zaizen's ears. Within his room, he softly pet the snow-white puppy as he contemplated, his eyelids half lowered in thought. His original intentions were to join the Soaring Sword Sect and observe his faint, yet familiar connection with Long Wulin. 

Unfortunately, his will always eclipsed his intentions. If he wished to kill, he would do so. If he wished to obtain information now, he would definitely not wait later. His Dao of Sovereign Ascension was his personality, and while he could be warmer than a father's embrace at times, most of the times he was tyrannical to the extreme. 

Softly shaking his head, the sides of his lips tugged into a faint smile.

"Forget it. I'll take Old Man Bo and just travel about." After making this decision, his eyes flashed with an amber-gold light that released brilliant rays of haughtiness and imperial might.