Ogun was in his office, writing letters with his favorite jade brush when he heard someone knock on the door. He glanced at the candle on his desk, noticing it had been at least six hours since the sun was setting. It was in the middle of the night, and he wasn't expecting anyone to visit him at this hour.
"Come in," Ogun said as he put his brush down and grabbed his black peacock hand fan.
It was Yuna, her white hanfu dress with a gradient of light blue color on the hemline and the long straight black hair that reached her ankle. She wasn't young, she was in her mid sixty, and yet she looked half her age.
"Master Yuna, has something bothered your thoughts?" Ogun asked as he walked around his desk and pointed his hand at the small round table near the door.
