Chapter 872 – Dragon Elders [Part 1]
The limo stopped.
Doors clicked open in practiced synchrony, and eight very distinct flavors of mayhem spilled onto a stone drive polished to a mirror sheen.
First breath outside. They could smell lilac and pine mountain air, sharp enough to feel like judgment in the lungs.
Then the second breath. Oh, look! Judgment incarnate. A double row of dragon retainers stood at attention, all silk robes and inscrutable expressions, as if the entire lot had been carved from a single block of ancestral disapproval.
But even the retainers were background noise compared to the estate itself.
