Luo Hongyi closed her little notebook and was about to tuck it into her robes when Jiang Ling suddenly reached out and plucked it from her hand.
"Let me see."
Luo Hongyi froze. Before she could stop her, Murong Li's curiosity got the better of her, and she leaned over too. Their heads pressed together as they stared at the page.
"The Ao Dragon Race... extraordinarily lustful by nature?"
Jiang Ling read it aloud, her face expressionless.
Murong Li flushed slightly. "Sister Luo, wh-what have you been writing...?"
Luo Hongyi snatched the notebook back, utterly unapologetic. "Ao Tong said it himself! They excel at breeding. I'm just... keeping an accurate record."
Their behavior piqued Song Chi's curiosity too, and he craned his neck for a look.
"What does it say?"
Without another word, Luo Hongyi picked up her jade zither in one hand and made to swing it.
Song Chi's expression changed, and he immediately shrank back. "Fine, I won't look. No need to get violent."
Si Chen ignored the little commotion. Looking at Ao Tong, he asked, "In that case, where do your Ao stand on Zhu Yao?"
It was a simple question, delivered in a perfectly level tone, yet Ao Tong went rigid.
He could not explain why. He only felt as though he stood on the edge of a cliff, with a bottomless abyss beneath him.
Answer wrong, and I die.
Zhou Yan sidled over with a smile. "Fellow Daoist Ao Tong, there's something I'd like to ask."
Ao Tong turned his head stiffly.
"According to what you just said, the Ao are the most numerous and widely scattered, with branches spread throughout the Demon Realm. I imagine most of them... follow the example set from above."
Zhou Yan lightly tapped his fan against Ao Tong's shoulder,