"Boss?" Tang Bo called out nervously. "Where are you going?"
"I have a delivery to make," Ji'an sighed, looking across the foggy street toward the dilapidated inn where the Blood Sovereign had retreated. "Keep the fire stoked. Do not break the circle."
She crossed the cobblestones, the eerie whispers of the village growing louder the further she got from the light. She reached the broken doors of the inn and stepped inside.
It was pitch black, save for the faint red glow of two eyes waiting in the darkness.
Yan Lie sat in the center of the ruined tavern, lounging on a broken table like it was a throne. He watched her approach, the feral, fascinated grin returning to his face.
"You brought my dinner, Grandmother," Yan Lie purred, his deep voice vibrating in the dark.
"Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't want you throwing a tantrum and destroying the village because you were hungry," Ji'an retorted smoothly, walking right up to him.
