I Became the Owner of the Heavenly Flower Palace

Gi Seoran’s eyes lit up.

At Jincheon’s question—“Is it safe?”—she answered with a gleam in her eyes, as if all her earlier tension had been a lie.

“For now, yes. But you must not lower your guard. The more you think of what lies ahead, the more careful you must be.”

Her use of “for now” was a little disappointing, but it was enough—for the moment.

“Alright. ...Let’s leave the future alone for now.”

The pressing issue wasn’t what came next.

Rustle.

Jincheon pulled the red orb from inside his robes.

Clatter.

Gi Seoran and Po Eunryeong instantly set down their teacups and stood up.

Then both dropped to one knee and lowered their heads in respect.

“We kneel before the Red Dragon’s Wrath.”