Tianlong walked. His stride was measured, unhurried, the pace of a being who owned the ground he walked on. His gold-crimson eyes swept the courtyard — the disciples, the elders, the banners, the formation diagrams. His divine qi pressed against everything, the energy evaluating, cataloging, dismissing.
His eyes found the princess.
She stood at the end of the corridor. At the entrance to the inner hall. She was flanked by two Core Formation maidens — her attendants, their faces composed, their robes immaculate.
Jin Yuhan — the Jade Pearl of the Azure Cloud Sect.
