"What do you mean Ningyan rescued three children?" Wuhen didn't look up as he spoke. His tails swayed restlessly behind him, brushing against the bed in slow, uneven movements.
Across from him, Rong Yue extended a smoking pipe.
Wuhen took it without hesitation, placing it between his lips as he inhaled slowly.
"Yishu," Rong Yue said, settling back against the bed, gaze drifting toward the veil above them, "the information broker in the Water City. She's dead."
Smoke curled from Wuhen's lips. "Oh?"
"She was killing children. Using their blood to recharge a demon tool." Rong Yue continued, voice even.
Wuhen leaned back slightly, one hand braced against the bed, his bare torso catching the lantern light. His expression was blank.... processing.
Then a slow smile curled his lips. "...He's so terrifying when he's enraged. It's very appealing."
Rong Yue let out a quiet scoff, amused despite himself. "You're not even going to question how I know this?"
