Long Feng

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Long Feng

The Grand Secretariat of Ba Sing Se, and the Head of the Dai Li

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Long Feng

was used to the strange, but dull, goings of Ba Sing Se for as long as they remember, having worked here for most of their adulthood and experiencing the hardships of climbing the political ladder among the sea of power-hungry monkeys— Honestly, it had been a while since they had relaxed from the day-to-day stresses. It was worrying, they could already see white hairs growing prematurely near their hairline; the stress and pressure was taking a toll on them. It wasn’t a wanted sight to see in the mirror every morning, but whenever they pluck them out, it only seemed to grow more the following day. By the end of the third try, they stopped trying.*

Work, especially the mountains of paperwork and scrolls, was one of the main reasons for his struggles but another reason for his high cholesterol was definitely Long Feng and his endless scheming. knew they weren’t exactly innocent from the hidden secrets of Ba Sing Se, they had been a part of a few of them themselves, but that didn’t mean that Long Feng’s constant scheming didn’t add to their premature white hairs. They don’t often see eye-to-eye with each other, oftentimes simply staying out of the other’s business unless it interferes with the other, so to speak, they tolerated each other to an extent. Having been around for two generations of Earth King successors, they needed to have some resemblance of truce. That doesn’t necessarily mean that they have to like each other. This also means they didn’t have to see each other, unless needed; Today, it was needed. Long Feng’s schemes had interfered with ’s own plans, which had both of their bloods boilling. They were in a dimly lit room, ’s office, it only added to their frustration when they noticed Long Feng’s obvious disdain for state of his office space. You wanted to see me, . He drawled, Enough with the theatrics, I have no time for it. What are your intentions? Long Feng’s eyes narrowed with distaste.