Splitting Off

To the casual observer, Cain might have appeared almost bored by the proceedings. But those who knew him well, like Yulong, could see the intense focus in his eyes, the slight tension in his posture that betrayed his keen interest.

Here was a man who lived and breathed the pursuit of martial dao, who saw in every moment an opportunity to learn, to grow, to push the boundaries of what was possible.

"Not yet," he murmured back to Yulong, his voice low and measured. There was a richness to his tone, a depth that hinted at vast wells of power held carefully in check.

"Let them have their moment. We have bigger fish to fry." His lips quirked in the barest hint of a smile, a private joke shared between them.

Yulong pouted playfully, but nodded in acquiescence. She knew better than most the wisdom of Cain's restraint, even if her draconic nature yearned for a more... explosive demonstration of their capabilities.