"That still doesn't answer my question." Ningyan cleared his throat.
Meishan's lips quirked slightly. "Let's just say I have my ways."
Ningyan gave him a flat look. "I don't agree with that. I want answers."
"Focus on what matters," Meishan raised a hand.
A flicker of dark emerald light shot forward from his fingers and sank into Ningyan's abdomen, directly into his beast core.
For a split second, Ningyan felt as if his soul had been ripped out of his body.
Then it slammed back in.
Pain exploded through him.
It burned through his veins, scorching from the inside out, as if his body were being set aflame.
"Ack!" A sharp cry tore from his throat. His flute slipped from his fingers and fell into the grass. He clutched his stomach, vision blurring with tears.
"No... fuck, it hurts!" he screamed.
Meishan stood before him, unmoving.
What he saw made his breath slow.
Ningyan's eyes were glowing.
The soft violet had shifted. Burning into a pure, white gold blazing fire.
