After a brief pause, Nan Xun twisted his lips into a sharp, mocking smile and took a couple steps backward, his eyes blazing with rage. “I didn’t know you’d be so petty, Nan Jihan. You don’t deserve your title. Good, enjoy your time on the throne.”

He turned to leave, his movement so sharp it was as if he was declaring Nan Jihan his enemy if they ever met again.

Nan Jihan sighed, watching him walk away.

Oleg Cragfiend entered the main hall and sat down on a divan. He poured himself a cup of tea, savoring the flavor.

“I don’t get why you’re not willing to help. Isn’t she your disciple? Aren’t you worried about her condition?” Nan Jihan furrowed his brows. He’d been conditioned to worry about Jun Huang’s health when she was at her weakest. He worried that she’d still be as ill the next time they met. He couldn’t stop his frustration from seeping into his tone.

Oleg Cragfiend glanced at him....