Speaking, Bi'an the Sixth spread his hands: "Can anyone tell me if there's any connection between these two things?"
Christina blinked blankly, not knowing how to respond. She could only look at Andrew.
Andrew didn't know how to answer either.
Tell Bi'an the Sixth that the undead were so powerful that they had no choice? That kind of excuse might fool others, but it was obviously not going to work on Bi'an the Sixth.
As for telling the truth and saying they provoked a Golden Dragon? That was even more out of the question.
Outside the office was noisy, but inside it was unnervingly quiet. So quiet that the only sound was the faint sizzle of the flame burning the cigar as Bi'an the Sixth smoked.
Christina kept her head down, occasionally sneaking a glance at Andrew.
Andrew sat there, expressionless.
