Green Jade City…
The Gold Tree Inn which is not far from the Khan family auction house, was bathed in the faint amber glow of spirit lamps.
Inside a private room, sat Dong Xian, the old patriarch of the Dong family, his silver brows knitted tightly. Across from him, his granddaughter Lianhua poured tea into his cup, her hands delicate yet tense.
It had been hours since Dong Ming, the young master, had left with Shadow Fang to deliver a warning to that Han family boy, Mo Han. Yet, no word had come back.
Dong Xian's left eye twitched violently again.
"Grandfather… please don't overthink," Lianhua said softly, her voice like the brushing of silk. "Ming-ge is not a reckless child. He will return soon."
The old man's gaze remained fixed on the untouched tea. "Lianhua… my left eye has been twitching thrice in short intervals. This… is an omen. A disaster omen. You are still young; you don't understand what this means."
