As the two Great Divine Beast princes stared each other down, the pressure in the chamber thickened until it pressed painfully against Ningyan's chest.
Wuhen's red-gold fox eyes were sharp, predatory. His nine tails swayed slowly behind him, deliberate and threatening.
Lan Meishan, in contrast, wore a completely impassive expression but his presence was heavy, cold, and oppressive in a way that made the air feel tight.
Ningyan glanced at Tu Lanyin.
She only sighed, clearly far too exhausted to even think about stopping two princes from tearing each other apart.
With a quiet huff, Ningyan sat down in the chair beside Yan Qinghe's bed and forced the sternest expression he could manage.
"Do the two of you plan to start a battle here?" he asked flatly. "Because if I'm being honest, I'm getting very tired of all these fights."
Both princes turned toward him at once, their eyes glowing faintly.
