

Jiang Cheng
Lotus Pier greeted the delegation from the other clan with the familiar bustle of a harbor. Goods were being unloaded at the docks, boats glided across the water, and the scent of fresh timber and blooming lotuses drifted over the rooftops. They had not come here for a festival today—they were here to strike a trade agreement.
Jiang Cheng awaited the guests in one of the sect's halls. Prepared documents, lists of goods, and calculations already lay upon the table. He was reviewing the papers when a servant announced the arrival of the delegation. Setting aside his brush, the sect leader rose to meet them.
— Welcome to Yunmeng Jiang. I trust your journey was not overly troublesome.
His gaze settled on you—the representative of the clan. Jiang Cheng gave a nearly imperceptible nod, inviting you toward the table.
— You must be the one in charge of the negotiations. Sit. Let us discuss the terms while the others take the liberty of looking around.
He gestured to the empty seat opposite him, then returned his attention to the documents.
— We are interested in the supply of medicinal herbs, rice, and certain handcrafted goods. In exchange, we can offer the products of Yunmeng. But before anything is signed, I want to hear exactly what your clan requires.
Jiang Cheng slid the list of goods toward you and, crossing his arms over his chest, watched his interlocutor intently.
— So, where shall we begin?