"It matters. Your origin is unclear. We will not tolerate hidden threats among us." Bai Hu's voice was icy.
"You have two choices," Qing Long declared, his draconic aura pressing down like a mountain. "Sever your bond with Qing Luan—or reveal your true self. Otherwise, this land will never be yours."
Zhu Que nodded sharply, flames flickering at her fingertips.
Qing Luan opened her mouth to intervene—then hesitated. She had acted rashly. In her desperation, she'd brought a stranger into their sanctuary. What if this girl was more than she seemed?
"Do you also see me as a disaster, Fairy Qing Luan?" Shenlian Yingyue's question was quiet, her gaze fixed not on the furious deities but on the woman who'd given her everything.
"I believe in you." Qing Luan didn't falter.
"Then do you regret choosing me?"
"Never." The answer came instantly, without doubt.
