Chapter 876 – Do Not Question My Liquidity
Ten minutes passed.
And if dragon palaces taught Yue anything, it was that ten minutes in a corridor felt like a day in a museum, but ten minutes in a hungry room felt like the last five seconds before a dam bursts. She and Liang re-entered the eastern dining suite to find Lux's entourage orbiting a battlefield strewn with half-dissected dim-sum baskets. Dumplings had been used as examples, metaphors, and at least once a missile in Sira's explanatory hand gestures.
Yue paused on the threshold, chessboard underarm, cataloguing the tableau.
Rava was mid-explanation of kraken futures, Ely had converted two elders into fans of sustainable elven forestry swaps, Lullaby was napping upright with a bao as a potential pillow, and Naomi taped dragon calligraphy to her phone for instant translation.
Lux sat at the center, jacket off, sleeves rolled, golden teacup gleaming beside him like a "Do Not Question My Liquidity" trophy.
