"What are you doing here?" A majestically valiant Eight-Winged Blazing Sky God Descendant stood at the entrance of Wang Pavilion, giving Muria who was leisurely sipping his tea, an unpleased look. His pristine wings were gradually turning red.
"I'm here to chat with sister Feiye Ti. Sip some tea, marvel at the flowers. Do you have a problem with that?" Muria leisurely lifted his leg and took a sip from his cup, taking a nonchalant glance at Ilvicester, whose wings are gradually igniting.
"Muria, do you fancy a bout at the moment?"
"No interest, I prefer to admire the flowers!" Muria flatly refused, waving his hand dismissively, uncaring for his brother-in-law's dignity. This fellow had not considered his feelings before.
Ignoring the ever-intensifying flames on Ilvicester's wings, Muria stretched out one finger and reached behind his shoulders. He gently touched a flower spirit hiding because of its fear of Ilvicester.