Han Soi gave Feng Yansheng a sharp, disbelieving look. "Stop sprouting nonsense," he hissed, his voice trembling with anxiety and irritation.
"How could the egg hatch so soon? It hasn't even been forty days. Are you sure your 'domain' hasn't damaged it?"
Feng Yansheng didn't argue. He looked unusually solemn as he raised his hand. With a wave in the air, the incubator reappeared on the table between them.
Both men leaned in, their breaths hitching.
Inside the glass, the Winged Serpent egg was no longer still. It was jerking and tilting. Every few seconds, a muffled thump echoed from inside the shell, as if a tiny fist or tail was punching the walls of its prison.
A soft, golden light was leaking from the cracks that were just beginning to form on the surface.
Han Soi looked at the egg with intense fear and desperate expectation. "He's really moving," he whispered, his eyes softening. "He's trying to get out."
