Three Conditions

Two palace guards stepped forward to seize Xuan Qing. She kicked and struggled but was forced to her feet and led away, still struggling as her screams faded down the corridor.

The City Lord's advisor, Shen Yi, stepped forward. He spoke softly, carefully—"My lord, we must consider the urgency of the seals.

Fang Chen is the only person capable of entering the Ancient Grove. Without him, we are hopeless—"

Xuan Wenzhou slammed a fist onto the jade-topped podium. "What use is fixing the seals if I lose *my* daughter?!"

Lord Shen spread his hands placatingly. "With respect, six of the seven ingredients are accounted for. Only the Moonveil Thistle remains. Assassin Tarkos has returned with it already. But he refuses to submit it until Fang Chen is released."

Wenzhou's eyes flashed. "That damn assassin!"

Shen Yi nodded. "He says it's only fair. My Lord, please do not let your anger lead us to our doom,"