It was a nightmare for the dragon to be just there, unable to do anything as the people of his clan tore Hu Lijing away from his arms and all but dragged his nearly unconscious body to the dungeon, throwing him there in disregard.
Thousands of words died an immature death on the dragon's tongue as he watched it all happen, helpless and shaking as all the tenderness melted away and was replaced by intense, blinding waves of anger that crashed into him like an unstoppable tide.
His fury was so overwhelming, like a stream of lava burning in his veins as the flames simmered under his skin.
For a moment, he had been more than ready to pounce on them and tear them to shreds with his bare hands and claws for dating to lay their filthy hands on his Jing'ge.
But in the nick of time, he stopped himself, freezing right where he sat motionless as one of the surviving elders turned to him, his eyes anything but angry.
