Feng Xuan Returns

The air crackled with the residual energy of the Crimson Dawn. Wang Jian, with a flick of his wrist and a subtle ripple in the air, caused the blade to vanish, presumably returning it to whatever extradimensional space he had retrieved it from. 'Best not to leave such a volatile artifact lying about,' he mused, a faint smile playing on his lips. 'One never knows who might be tempted.'

 

He turned back to Xinqiao, his gaze assessing. "So, Lady Xinqiao," he began, his voice smooth and even. "What do you think? Would your esteemed father appreciate such a… gift?"

 

Xinqiao blinked, momentarily taken aback by the directness of the question. 'A gift?' she thought, her mind reeling. 'He's asking if my father would like the Crimson Dawn? As if it were a common trinket!'