"Why are they still attacking us?" Rong Chao asked, staring down at the two unconscious lion beast warriors bound in the snow. "Haven't you already resolved the conflict by giving them what they wanted, Brother?"
The battlefield had fallen silent.
Most of the lion beast warriors had been reduced to ashes by fox fire, their remains scattered beneath the softly drifting snow. Only two had been spared, unconscious and bound tightly enough with spirit-binding ropes that even in their prime state, escape would be impossible.
Rong Yue stood before them, his expression deceptively calm.
Yet beneath the cold winter light, a faint silver glow flickered dangerously through his blue eyes.
He was furious.
