She sought for help,
And everybody followed,
Everybody wanted to have some help,
But in this case, a war would break out no matter what.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Althea sighed as she decided, "We should change our location. Someone might listen in to our conversation right here."
Qing Long agreed as he held out his hand. Mei touched it. They would teleport from one place to another, and that's pretty normal for both women. Althea did the same thing, but the two men were skeptical.
"I know the feeling of throwing yourself out of the place. Mei even did it in front of me---" The prince slapped his hand on top of Althea's. The last man standing was Xiaojun, who retracted his hands by placing it behind his back. He swallowed as a four pairs of eyes gawked at him.
