"You need not be so formal."
Mount Yu Dragon Consort gave a faint smile and raised her cup in response, only to slowly put it down again, showing no intention to drink.
She did not like this ferocious tiger. Even though he was a powerful figure that she could not circumvent in her quest to control Western Hong, his malicious aura was too intense. He even lacked compassion for his own daughter, which breached the taboo of the Purple-Bearded White Dragon clan.
Moreover, it was clear that he had come with a purpose.
"..."
An Tingfeng acted as if he did not notice the Dragon Consort's attitude. He gulped down the wine in his cup, then set the goblet down, retrieved a letter from his sleeve, and laid it on the table, saying straightforwardly, "Tingfeng wants to exchange this for a word from the Dragon Consort."
Zi Xian glanced briefly at the letter and soon shifted her gaze, "What word is that?"
