POV Yusheng Lan

— It's good to see you, Miss Lan! — A short, fat Chinese man bowed low at the ramp of the private jet, where a group of stout men and women with stone faces, led by Yusheng Lan, the head of the Fire Temple militants, were disembarking.

— Mr. Li, — the woman nodded majestically. — What about our case? Have you found him?

— Our men are on the trail. — The elderly Chinese man bowed respectfully to the woman, despite the fact that he was the head of the Triads of this, and four other neighboring states. — It must be admitted that someone is very skillfully helping him: the search amulets issued by your men were destroyed.

— Even so? — The woman was slightly surprised, but only slightly, because she had seen with her own eyes what the boy was capable of in battle, and since his path was spiritual, it was worth giving him time to prepare, and it was pointless to predict further. However, the Fire Temple is not children either, so they have their own methods for every occasion.... in plenty — over two millennia of history is no joke.

— This is not a problem. Together, we can accomplish the task easily. — Yusheng grinned predatorily.

The woman still recalled with contentment the moment her girls had first seen her fight that boy, the lost Lan Branch, in the Dream Bowl. Zenzeng and Ju even fought over the right to be the first to challenge the boy to a fight, and they weren't even embarrassed by Yusheng's decision.

They would decide who would be the head of the family, and then they would decide between themselves who would be the eldest wife and who would be the youngest. Lousy bastards! Yusheng couldn't hold back a satisfied smile, the degree of "sharkishness" that made the people around her cringe....

She didn't know yet that the next two weeks would be wasted: someone had performed a ritual to erase all traces of her on the shore of the cold sea. Even the spiritual paths had been cut off! And the drops of blood that Yusheng took away with the trophy would not be enough for a powerful search ritual. For the second time, the lost Lan Flame Petal slipped from her claws....

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