Lan Shiyu scoffed at Ningyan's words, disbelief and irritation clear on his face. The hazel in his serpent eyes bled into a deep, ominous red as demonic energy burst from his body.
"Who do you think you are?"
Ningyan grimaced, but before he could respond, Lan Meishan's emerald eyes ignited with cold fury.
Beside him, Yan Wuhen's nine tails unfurled, stretching behind him like blazing crimson flames.
For a brief, absurd moment, Ningyan felt like some prized beauty in a cheap romance drama who had two powerful men ready to tear the world apart over him.
…It was annoyingly satisfying.
Lan Shiyu noticed it too.
His expression tightened as he took in their protective stances. He exhaled slowly, restraining himself. Fighting both of them head-on would not end well.
"Let's not make this ugly," he said instead, forcing a pleasant smile. "Come with me. You can bring your husband as well."
Ningyan snorted.
Before anyone could reply, a heavy, suffocating pressure flooded the air.
