The young king had searched for a long time before finding that the epic keeper of the Palace of Wind had survived the war and was hiding in a civilian community, being well taken care of by the residents of the Capital City. He then sent a large group of trusted Samurai to formally invite the other party to come and explain the epic of the Prepetcha people.
Many thoughts flashed through Xiulote's mind, quickly sinking into the depths of his heart. He wore a gentle smile, personally supporting Jatili's left arm with his right, guiding the old man toward the center of the grand hall. Jatili tried to pull away his arm but could not break free from the young king's strong embrace. The old man had no choice but to smile helplessly and let himself be assisted with sprightly steps.
"Guard, bring two cups of fresh hot cocoa! Add honey and herbs, just as I usually like it."