"Your loyalty is as foolish as it is absolute," Yan Zhaoge grumbled, his purple robes swirling as he began to walk toward the open arches that led out of the monastery. "But you struck a deal last night in the bubble, Chef. An unsanctioned field trip. Do not make me drag you there by the collar."
Ji'an's breath caught.
The Stargazing Tower.
She looked back toward the corridor where Wangchen had fled.
The guilt gnawed at her, but the desperate, burning need to uncover the truth of her transmigration, to understand the cosmic joke that had stolen her life was overwhelming.
"Fine," Ji'an muttered, jogging to catch up with the towering Sovereign. "But if we get audited by the Heavens, I am blaming you."
***
They did not take the palm-leaf yacht.
The moment they cleared the immediate perimeter of the Iron-Stone Monastery, Yan Zhaoge casually flicked his wrist, making Ji'an jealous of his power immediately.
"Step in," Yan Zhaoge commanded, offering his hand.
