On the other side, the air was still and heavy with the lingering scent of wet leaves. Bian and Dican moved slowly through the perimeter of the forest, hunting a Grayling that had reportedly passed through earlier. From where they stood, the towering silhouette of the Wang mansion was still visible between the dense tree trunks, casting a long, proud shadow over the land below.
Bian's gaze flicked to it briefly before narrowing with suspicion. "What did you do to make it safe for them from the Grayling?" he asked suddenly, his tone sharper than before. It was a question that had been nagging at the edge of his thoughts ever since he regained consciousness.
He remembered the exchange—they had offered a Farian in exchange for safety. But he had been unconscious for most of it, and the specifics were never disclosed. Dican had been the one to handle the practicalities. What had he done to secure that massive house?
