Fuzai blinked, lying quietly in his palm. She didn't speak or move, pretending to be a little dragon that couldn't talk.
Tian Pingyue spoke to her for a while, but Fuzai didn't answer, so he gave up trying to communicate.
'Perhaps it isn't a dragon, just something that looks like one,' he thought. 'After all, even a hatchling wouldn't be this small.'
'It's like a little earthworm. A single gust of wind could blow it away.'
He pocketed the little creature and left. Along the way, he ran into Tian Fu.
"Father."
Hearing the familiar voice, Fuzai peeked out cautiously for a look.
'It's the big villain who captured Grandma Shen and Grandpa Mo! And he's actually this nice old man's son.'
'Hmm, my Female Mother once said this is what you call a bad shoot from a good bamboo stalk.'
Tian Pingyue gave a noncommittal grunt and walked past him toward his own courtyard.
Tian Fu was in no mood to bother with this father-in-name-only, his steps quickening as he headed for the dungeons.
