Yue Li's fingers tracing circles over Lee Dong's chest, but his gaze was not on her.
It was on the black coffin-like box resting on a nearby jade pedestal.
A box that hummed with quiet, terrifying power.
"Master Lee…" Yue Li cooed, tracing her lips along his ear. "Aren't you afraid of tomorrow's duel? I hear this Kent… this new lion… he's made waves."
Lee Dong smirked, his eyes never leaving the box. "Waves are made by fish struggling before they're gutted."
He leaned back and took a sip of golden fire-wine. "Kent? He's nothing. Just another insect dancing because no one's stepped on him yet. Tomorrow, I'll crush him in three moves."
"Three?" Yue Li raised an eyebrow. "So confident?"
Lee Dong stood, his robe falling away from his chiseled upper body as he strolled toward the jade pedestal. His hand touched the black box gently.
With a single press of his spirit qi, the seals clicked open.
Out came a blade.
