In the dim underground palace.
With Garscek clapping her hands together, all the torches on the surrounding walls were lit, burning with vigorous flames, providing ample illumination.
It was only then that Celeste noticed something astonishing about the two swords Liszt carried—they were identical to the legendary Junlin Sword in every aspect. She knew this so clearly because in the higher echelons of the intelligence agency, a member had one in their family's collection as well.
She watched as Liszt slowly stepped forward, roughly guessing what he was thinking.
Haywood realized Liszt was about to bow, but shook his head at him, gesturing for him not to do that. The Mad Dragon was fickle, having previously displayed a proud and unruly attitude, and now she sat on the armrest of the stone chair like a hooligan.
Her mood swings were unpredictable, beyond comprehension.
