"What do I have that you can't trust? I'm simply looking to have tea, chat, and admire flowers with Feiye Ti's sister. What do you think I'll do? You should trust my character." A cheerful Muria said with a broad smile.
"You expect me to trust a guy who has the high-ranking bloodline of the Dragon Race, just to go and have tea and a chat with a beautiful woman who is a divine descendant?" Ilves's inner anger and frustration were beyond words.
"Ilves, you're overthinking things. Although Feiye Ti's sister is indeed beautiful, she isn't enough to make me fickle. My eyes are big, big enough to contain the vastness of all things in the void, but they are also small, small enough for only Mikaer to exist within."
"..." Ilves paused for a moment, "You're not allowed to see Feiye Ti anymore!"
"On what authority do you dictate that?" The smile on Muria's face faded as he replied indifferently, "Just because you're Mikaer's elder brother? But you have no control over me."
