"So," Rong Yue said lightly, his steps unhurried as they moved through the inner corridors of the Abyss Serpent Palace, "you saw everything… heard everything… yet could not interfere?"
Lan Meishan walked beside him in silence.
He had returned to his usual composure, his black and white robes layered neatly, his glasses resting upon the bridge of his nose. Yet the dimness in his emerald gaze betrayed what lay beneath. Guilt and regret.
"…Yes," he replied at last.
"That is… unfortunate," Rong Yue murmured.
"Unfortunate?" Yan Wuhen yawned, utterly lacking restraint. "You should be grateful. He didn't destroy anything important. I was very close to tearing out his—"
"Wuhen." Ningyan's voice cut in, low and warning.
Wuhen's ears twitched, but there was no remorse in his expression, only faint amusement.
Ningyan exhaled softly, choosing not to pursue it further. His gaze shifted back to Lan Meishan.
They were nearing Lan Huiwen's chambers.
