Ningyan couldn't help but laugh. "…Something like that."
Shenzhen leaned in, grinning. "So you were with Wuhen, my brother, and Lan Meishan?"
His grin widened. "That's… beautiful."
Before Ningyan could respond, he was already being dragged forward. "Come with me!"
They moved quickly through the halls, servants and guards bowing as they passed.
Shenzhen didn't slow. He didn't stop talking either.
"After the academy incident, my brother went into seclusion," he continued, waving his free hand lazily. "And I was left cleaning up the mess of the dragons following Lan Yunlai's path."
He let out a scoff. "My kind has always been greedy for power. They're tearing each other apart for it."
He pushed open the doors to his chamber, pulled Ningyan inside and stopped.
Ningyan's gaze shifted and widened.
Someone was already there. Seated at the edge of the bed was a wolf beastman.
