Long Xi hadn't moved, but the cup in her hand had turned to dust. The air around her vibrated with suppressed draconic might. "You claim my daughter is dead?"
Jian Kun maintained his sorrowful expression, though inwardly he rejoiced. The Dragon Queen was rising to the bait! "The Temporal Palace's destruction was... catastrophic. Even a Dragon God would have struggled to survive."
Nantian Fengyu shot to her feet. "I've had enough of this!" She pointed at Jian Kun. "You—"
A sudden commotion outside interrupted her. The doors burst open, revealing a pale-faced Jian Feng. "Brother! It's—"
Before he could finish, a familiar voice cut through the tension.
"Spreading lies again, Jian Kun?"
Everyone turned.
Lan Huiqian stood in the doorway, her silver robes pristine, her gaze sharp as a blade. Behind her, Zhang Zifeng observed silently, her veil fluttering.
Jian Kun's teacup slipped from his fingers.
