There were very few times he's lost control completely. Both times happened after Lei Bo was killed and his home torn away from him. At the time, they were captured by Lei Xun and tortured daily. By order of the Emperor, his core was torn from his chest, his cultivation abolished and he was kept as a prisoner of war at the Poison Snake sect.
Mao Xia had stayed with him the whole time, his resolve never wavering. His beta scent washed over Zhan Sheng, souring from the anguish and worry. If they were to be captured again, this time it would be far worse. Zhan Sheng's mouth tugged into a knowing smile, but he kept his gaze on the skyline.
"My cultivation is stable now. Do not fear. Together, we shall face the perils that await us. May the heavens guide our steps and grant us victory."
"M-my lord," Mao Xia bit his lip, his gaze lower. "I've noticed you've been restless the past few days. Will you allow me to—take the burden from you?"
