Hua Xi summoned his Seven-Colored Feather Fan, his hackles raised. "Our Female Master is our responsibility to protect!"
"Are you all certain?" A slight smile touched Lanse's lips as his pale, slender fingers gently brushed the wave crest on his Gilded Sword.
"WHOOSH—" The moment a blue wave materialized in mid-air, Lanse's fingers deftly closed around Jiang Xinli's wrist.
Before Jiang Xinli could even struggle free, space twisted, and she found herself on the silvery-white deck of the Warship.
Blue sky, white clouds, and waves like rolling mountains of snow.
A salty, fishy sea breeze blew past, hot, humid, and sticky.
"My apologies, Miss Xinli." Lanse quickly released her hand, speaking with perfect courtesy. "Please forgive my unintentional offense."
"However, I did that for your own good, and for the good of your Beast Husbands. There are some things—" His tall, imposing figure suddenly moved closer to her.
