Poised on the high ridge overlooking a valley teeming with a sea of monstrous beasts, Wang Jian's command cut through the deafening, chaotic roar with the sharp, undeniable authority of a king.
"Lingshan, Senior Sister Chen," he said, his voice calm and clear, his use of Chen Ying's formal title a perfect maintenance of their public facade. "Engage the beasts besieging that barrier. Subdue them. Junior Sister Ruyan, with me."
There was no hesitation. His word was law.
Yue Lingshan was the first to move, a graceful fairy of azure and green leaping from the ridge. She did not descend into the horde, but hovered above it, her hands weaving intricate, beautiful patterns in the air.
"Verdant Willow's Thousand Vines!" she cried, her voice a clear, melodious chime.
