At that same moment, Yan Wuhen appeared directly in front of Lan Shiyu.
Too fast to react.
Foxfire-red and gold eyes gleaming wild, Wuhen seized Lan Shiyu by the head and slammed him straight into the ground with bone-rattling force.
"You snakes are really starting to get on my nerves," he growled.
Lan Shiyu lay embedded in the shattered earth.
Wuhen didn't linger. His gaze snapped to Qinghe, Lanyin, Wuyin, and the gathered servants and guards who were walking out of the manor.
"Everyone, go to Fire City," he commanded.
The guards and servants bowed instantly and dispersed without hesitation.
"We can't just leave you here," Wuyin protested.
But Wuhen wasn't listening anymore.
His thoughts had already scattered, searching.
"Where is Ningyan?" he asked sharply.
Qinghe glanced around. "Hmm?"
Lanyin shook her head. "I haven't seen him tonight."
A cold feeling crawled through Wuhen's chest.
