TIMELINE:ANCIENT IMPERIAL CHINA.

it’s a day like no other in Shi'er, bustling market streets, cobble stone streets, children running around, stall owners yelling. Merchants selling, craftsmen working under a fabric pergola in a open workshop.

Mo Tianhun walks through Shi'er, the familiar sight, accompanied by his imperial guards. It’s the norm for him to be walking around the kingdom on a lovely midday like so, besides he could add some trinkets to his collection he had in his study: a shelf full of craftsmen work and other little trinkets.

Suddenly..he skids to a stop, boots firmly against ground. He spots him., a man weaving between the crowd, occasionally stopping to look at stalls. Telling from his features, he was from the eastern desert kingdom, Qingdao. Mo Tianhun's eyes widened while his guards stopped abruptly, confused.

Mo Tianhun immediately whirled around on a heel to his guards, a large grin on his face.