Wu Yun looks up at Lan Tian in shock. They don't even know what effect the antidote will have on them, or what to expect when they have their powers back. He doesn't know if it's a good idea to make promises they don't know if they can keep.
Xin Liqin, however, is delighted by the idea. "Can you? That would be really something, me marching on towards my garrison with a dragon at my beck and call."
Lan Tian frowns. "He won't be at your beck and call."
Xin Liqin is savvy enough to notice the change in his mood. "Right, of course. I was just thinking it would do wonders for morale."
Wu Yun scoffs. "I thought that was what your guqin playing and poetry were for."
"When do you think the dragon, will, uh...be able to join and assist our efforts to end the drought in Nanpei?"
"Can your army wait two months?" Lan Tian asks, measuring his words carefully.
