Wu Yun clutches his smarting left cheek and glares at Lian Feng. If she had hit him only a few months prior, he would have slapped her twice as hard for the outrage. But he understands how the world works better now, and he knows it's not a good idea to bite the hand that is offered in help, even if that hand has claws.
Lian Feng must regret how badly she lost control, because she opens a smile and tries to smooth over the situation with platitudes. "Forgive me, that was incredibly disrespectful, but that name brings very bad memories for us of Immortal Mountain. I'm deeply ashamed for my actions."
Wu Yun assesses her with a cold look, he wonders what else Lian Feng does when she loses control. He thinks he got off easy with just a slap. He has the impression that many people aren't so lucky.
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you hear that name?" Lian Feng asks, her dainty hand flying to her pale throat to hide her nervous dry swallowing.
