The night was deep, and Zhao Tiancheng glanced outside the window.
Those two yellow-skinned ones were still kneeling on the grass outside.
Durin forgave them,, but it was not out of Durin, the Little Lord's kindness or softness, his ruler, which represented heavenly reason, was raised high, then gently hung down… This was all in consideration of Zhao Tiancheng's immense face!
This face was too much; at seventeen years, the Candle Dragon Child able to awaken the mountains and resonate across the wilds, was willing to degrade himself merely for two damned yellow-skinned ones.
It was truly a sight attracting ridicule.
In all of Chang Tang, no mere mortal who dared talk too much and still alive should exist, daring to say that the Candle Dragon was a short beast with horns. If this statement reached the ears of that old Candle Dragon from the Privy Council, having them beaten to death with a salt-water-soaked whip would be met with no opposition.
