Chapter 33: With My Life, I Shall Prolong Yours

Dylan Weedy led Jade Jauncy upstairs behind Winter Leemin. The largest bedchamber on the second floor carried the faint, delicate fragrance of winter plum blossoms. Dylan dropped onto a stool and said without turning, "Lower your hand. That soft sword at your waist can't beat my Jade's Three-Section Dylan-Protecting Saber." Winter's perpetually icy expression hardened as her brows drew together. "You're a wastrel. How could you see all that?" "Does being a wastrel mean I can't have an eye for...