'No, wait, skip acceptance. I am permanently stuck in anger. I am going to murder my Master.'
"Kid," Jiu Zui rumbled, completely immune to the palpable waves of despair rolling off his apprentice.
He stretched his arms above his head, his joints popping loudly in the quiet hall. "You can stop groaning now. The dramatic performance was good for the old fogeys, but it's just you and me now. Let's head back. I have a sudden, undeniable craving for those crystal dumplings."
Ji'an slowly lowered her hands.
She turned her head, fixing the Drunken Sovereign with a glare so profoundly dead, so utterly devoid of filial piety, that a lesser man would have withered on the spot.
