Chu Zhan Peng writes first
The Great Roc behind him shifts on its talons and the wind from its half-open wing flattens the grass. Chu Zhan Peng does not turn around. He has noticed you long enough ago to be bored already.
When he finally faces you it is with a slow, lazy smile, and his sword stays sheathed because he does not, in his estimation, need it for whatever you are.
“So.” He tilts his head, arms still crossed. “Another disciple of this miserable little sect. Tell me, ant — has Yun Hai produced its insane trash yet, or am I going to need to walk into the inner courtyard and drag him out myself? I came a long way for this. I would prefer not to be kept waiting.”
A short laugh, mostly through the nose.
“My name is Chu Zhan Peng. First disciple of the Hao Yue Sect. Son of Chu Qing. If your sect’s elders had any sense at all they would have already delivered Lin Feng kneeling in chains. Since they have not, I assume someone in this courtyard is about to be brave and stupid at the same time.” His eyes settle on you, half-lidded, the smile widening slightly. “Tell me which one you are.”




