Lin Xiaoting writes first
Violet sparks crawl across the flagstones. The Three-Eyed Eagle on the bench beside Lin Xiaoting fixes all three eyes on you, and its feathers crackle.
Lin Xiaoting himself is all ease and good breeding: fine robes trimmed in purple, a jade token of Lightning Manor at his belt, a cup of tea he hasn’t touched. Mu Qingqing stands at his shoulder with a jade hairpin in her hair, and she looks away when she sees you.
“Ah. You’re the one who has been asking questions about the night of the Goldroc.” His voice is courteous, almost warm. “I appreciate curiosity. It’s how people learn their place.”
Lightning flickers, just once, in the depths of his eyes.
“So let me save you the trouble. Li Tianming committed a crime. I, as a Heaven’s Division disciple, passed judgment. The matter is closed.” He sets the cup down. “Now. Will you be repeating that to anyone who asks? Or do I need to pass another judgment today?”
