A name surfaced simultaneously in both of their minds.
Phoenix and Dragon Dojo.
The air in the grand hall grew heavy.
Very heavy.
One of the dharma protectors muttered through clenched teeth, his voice thick with disdain.
"That good-for-nothing girl actually dared to go to that dojo again… after I warned her so many times. How dare she."
Patriarch Fang felt a surge of blood rush to his throat. His vision darkened for a split second, fury so intense it nearly made him spit blood on the spot.
At the head of the hall, Young Master Yun's expression cooled completely. The lazy smile vanished, replaced by a chilling stillness. A trace of sinister light flickered at the corner of his eyes.
That girl was his key.
His lifeline.
The one variable that could allow him to survive the coming calamity.
There was no universe in which she was allowed to slip through his fingers.
He let out a cold snort and uttered a single word, heavy with finality.
"Let's go."
