Ibeiya’s Request

In a flash of white light, half the building had been turned to ash. Even without the assistance of a sword, the power of the dragon breath was still frightening. Opening his eyes and looking up toward the evening sky, Xiao lin's pursed his lips. He had caused such a big scene, but thankfully, they seemed to be on the outskirts, and would likely not alarm the city guards.

Ibeiya struggled out of his embrace, her face full of worry. Xiao Lin knew she was worried about her uncle, and could not help but console, "I had no choice just now. Your uncle forced my hand. Each strike was vital. I'd probably have been killed if I didn't do what I did earlier."

Ibeiya pouted. "No, you destroyed uncle's home. Once the rest of them come back, they might not let you off. Why did Uncle let things get to this point! While he isn't back yet, let's hurry up and leave!"

"Your Highness, I'm not that petty," a cold voice said at that point.