Su Ye's gaze lingered on his two dragon horns.
Then she spoke.
"Now that you've recovered, isn't it time we went to collect our money?"
Yin Zhan froze, not quite processing what she had said.
By the time evening arrived.
Su Ye had dragged him to the entrance of the Dark Arena.
Business was proceeding as usual, just as it always had.
Yin Zhan was draped in a black cloak that concealed the two dragon horns on his head, lending him an air of mystery.
Su Ye bit into a candied hawthorn skewer and passed another one to Yin Zhan.
Yin Zhan glanced at Su Ye, then at the candied skewer in his hand, before lowering his head to take a bite as well.
Su Ye tilted her chin.
"Let's go."
With that, the pair entered the Dark Arena, one following the other.
Yin Zhan knew this place well.
He expertly led Su Ye backstage to see the Steward they had met before.
As they pushed aside the curtain and stepped backstage, they heard the Steward shouting urgently.
