The Fox Clan guards exchanged glances; if Mael Valerius lost it, he could flatten Mount Veridia—better let Elder Radiant deal with this headache.
After all, the Mad Dragon's excuse was just that he'd come home with his mate.
At a turn along the mountain path, Logan Sterling was cursing as he dangled a pot of freshly-brewed Snow Ruo Chun: "A crippled, tailless waste from the Lower Domain—does he even deserve this Snow Ruo Chun?"
Last night, he'd brought a pot of Snow Ruo Chun for Kian Sterling—though he'd added a little something to it.
But that cripple was sharp; with just a sniff, he knew something was off and didn't take a single sip.
He only said the tea tasted wrong and had Logan brew another pot.
He even said: when the tea finally tastes right, he'll consider lifting the poison.
The festival was about to begin, but the snake venom in his body was still there.
Logan was both anxious and angry, forced to steal out in the night to pick fresh Snow Ruo Chun buds for brewing.
