The Urban Dao Child.

Yang Dao woke up from the epiphany in the evening. He let out a deep breath as he did. The boy had been standing in one position for almost a whole day but he was not tired. The gentle breeze tussled his long hair, and a faint smile surfaced on his lips and he watched the sun going down on the horizon. 

He stretched his body a bit and then walked back inside the study room with a refreshed mood. He found that Feng Yun was still reading books and the pile was now as tall as two meters. He asked, "Do you plan to write a thesis on your visit here?" 

Feng Yun smiled and said, "Only by learning constantly can we grow, Dao." 

Yang Dao was aware of this but he was only teasing the lady. He said, "I have an idea about how to deal with things at hand." 

Feng Yun nodded and said, "What do you need me to do?" this was the tactical understanding between the two people. She was aware that if the boy had said something to her that he must have something for her to do. 

Yang Dao smiled and came to sit down next to her. The two people chatted about how he was going to approach things. This was not a place where his predecessors had left him any pieces of knowledge to learn from this was his research and development journal. Yes, the horizon was as big as you think, and so the whole world was his journal. 

He discussed the idea in his mind with Feng Yun because she could provide him with valued feedback and point out the things that could play against them. Yang Dao was also not this open to everyone. Feng Yun was his right-hand woman, a powerful and wise minister beside the king, to guide him at times, and sometimes being led by him. 

A king was strong, not individually but by how he controlled his people and led them to a better livelihood. Yang Dao was that king at the moment. 

...

The night turned into the day slowly and after discussing, Feng Yun said that she will not go to sleep but read, Yang Dao, placed his head over her lap and fell asleep gradually. This scene was witnessed by Dawn, who arrived again in the morning. 

She was called over yesterday by Feng Yun, and the lady had told her of her tasks, today she came to report that the arrangements have been completed when she saw Yang Dao sleeping on Feng Yun\'s lap with his eyes closed, as one of the jade hands massaged his scalp lightly while the either held a book and pages were being scrolled.

Yang Dao was not careless to give up his guard while sleeping but when Feng Yun was around, he did not care about anything. The lady will not let him suffer even a scratch. She could have started a war if someone was to harm or even hold bad intent on Yang Dao. 

Feng Yun said, "Dawn, you know your task?" 

The girl nodded and said, "I am to follow the lord and note down everything he does, just the way you told me to." 

Feng Yun nodded and this discussion made Yang Dao open his eyes. He asked, "What is this?" without raising his head off the lap. 

"This is to create a journal. I asked for Dawn\'s consent and she agreed to be the copywriter of the first journal. Later when our journey has ended in this world, the journal will be used by the people to refer to your deeds." replied Feng Yun. 

The boy nodded and said, "Good." He did not know if this was the preparation for the worst or was it to leave something behind for the people of the world. Yang Dao had no opinion, he was dedicated to his task in this world. 

He thought for a bit and said, "Inform the people, I will hold the official address tomorrow." 

Dawn nodded and bowed as she said, "Yes, Lord." and then she left the study in a hurry. 

Feng Yun asked, "Have you decided?" 

The boy only hummed and went back to sleep. Feng Yun also continued reading while playing with his hair. No words were spoken for the night. 

...

The next morning the people stood gathered in front of the flame palace. Yang Dao stood facing the people on the balcony of the courtroom. The balcony was simple, Jual explained to the boy that the people believed that strength needed no adornments and thus this place was kept so simple. Yang Dao had no care for this, all that meant to him was the people in front of him. 

He smiled and asked, "Do you all think, I am very arrogant for not meeting you for the past two days?" he spoke softly but the wind carried his voice to everyone in the region. 

The people did not say anything to him but the looks on their faces were evident. They were all very pissed why this guy was ignoring them. They acknowledged that he was strong is that why he looked down on them. Such thoughts gave them a bad image of Yang Dao. 

The boy smiled and said, "You people are just like twigs of dry wood. You may acknowledge that the wind can crush you but you will never look at your weakness. The way you all look at me with arrogance brimming in your eyes. I ask you, what is the source of this arrogance?"

His cold gaze scrutinized the people as he said, "You think that because your relatives, survived the great war, you can be arrogant? Have you people ever thought that your actions are nothing but that of a parasite?" 

Humilation and showing them the ugly reality was the only way to bring them out of the illusion that gave them the arrogance of the strong.. Only when they accepted the reality could they move forward.