"Master! We have a problem!" Someone shouted.
The man in question, a rat faced man, short and plump, was running through the lush green grass toward an old man that was basking in the sun.
There was an umbrella over the man, but it did nothing to stop the sun from glaring right into the old man's eyes.
"Calm down Yuan Fu. Tell me what happened clearly." The old man said calmly, his eyes not faltering even when the bright light of the sun was directly in his eyes.
"Yes master." The short man, Yuan Fu, took a few breaths as he stabilized his tired body. He ran quite the distance to get to where he was.
After a minute, Yuan Fu finally got to the matter at hand.
"The battle, master. You asked me to monitor it! But he died! Long Xian died! The dragon that you were monitoring died. I didn't expect because the battle was supposed to go on for a few days in my head." Yuan Fu said, his frontal teeth trembling as he spoke.