The silence in the small cottage was so heavy it felt as though the very walls were leaning in, strained by the weight of the revelation that had just shattered the air.
Long Zhan remained frozen, his hand still hovering near Lin Wan's brow, his violet eyes wide and shimmering with a mixture of disbelief and a sudden, sharp possessiveness.
Behind him, Davy and the other Dragon warriors stood like statues, their mouths agape, their breathing shallow.
The word "pregnant" seemed to echo in the room, clashing against the vow of guardianship Long Zhan had just sworn in the square.
The herb doctor, seeing the frozen shock on the Dragon Lord's face and catching the frantic, warning glare from Davy, finally felt a cold splash of reality hit his heated temper.
