Lifting her head slightly, the Guardian's eyes gleamed with a cold intensity behind her veil as she parted her lips:
"Zhoras thul drak… Vaash thuur Draak Thaar vahlaan. Kriin vahzru shorath."
(AN: Translation: "My wish is simple… I want the Dragon Clan killed. Every last one of them.")
"Oh~," Feng Shen's lips curled into a sly, amused smile, his fingers stroking his chin in mock contemplation.
The Guardian's wish was intriguing—it aligned perfectly with his own intentions.
Truth be told, Feng Shen had no objections to fulfilling such a request.
In fact, he had already planned to act against the Dragon Clan.
However, openly admitting as much would be a wasted opportunity.
Instead, Feng Shen decided to play coy, his mind already calculating how to extract the most advantageous rewards for agreeing to the Guardian's wish.
