The chamber, once filled with quiet conversation and warmth, now crackled with tension. The scent of poisoned wine lingered in the air, mixing with the faint, burned smell of the withered plant. The young servant trembled, his back pressed against the wooden screen, his face pale as the moon.
"You almost hurt Sister!" Mo Tianze hissed, golden pupils narrowing into razor-thin slits. His tail bristled, his entire body coiled as if ready to pounce. The sheer intensity of his anger caused the atmosphere to tremble, an invisible force pressing down on the room.
Feng Jiao Xue, startled, glanced at him from the corner of her eye. His reaction was uncharacteristic, almost instinctive. But what truly caught her attention was the brief flash of ancient energy that had surged within him before vanishing. She was not familiar with it but... the energy, it was potent.
Her gaze shifted slightly, if she could cultivate him well, train him, he could become...
