The door opened, then closed again. Mi Yin, who had been searching the area, heard the sound and glanced up to see the late-arriving Ling Hong in the distance.
His expression was grim, and he clutched a piece of paper in his hand.
"What happened?" Mi Yin asked, his tone detached. "Jin'er is hungry. She needs to eat, so hurry up and make something."
"See for yourself," Ling Hong said, his grip tightening. "Don't... don't tell her about this yet." He thrust the ink-stained paper at Mi Yin before walking into the kitchen.
Mi Yin glanced at Ling Hong's retreating figure, his pace hurried. He frowned, reached out, and smoothed open the crumpled piece of paper—
After reading its contents, his once-detached expression instantly darkened, and immense anger flared in his heart:
"Damn it!"
A flicker of flame ignited on his fingertip. A Fire Snake licked at the paper, and the crumpled note was instantly reduced to ash.
