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Jian
Jian had been in Khenbish’s camp for two days when the riding party came. The sound of horses thundering through the mountain pass drifted into the yurt. Khenbish got to his feet and set aside the dao he’d been sharpening. “They are here.”
“They? How do you know who it is?” Jian got to his feet.
“No one approaches this camp except for our master.”
Their master. Jian rubbed the back of his neck before rearranging the knot on top of his head. Master Delun, the man who might know where Hua was, the only other living person known to have a Nagi inside him.
Shrugging on a fur cloak, Jian wiped his palms on his wool robe and followed Khenbish from the yurt.
In the clearing, an elderly man dismounted from a familiar horse. Jian couldn’t breathe. This was it. He’d found her against
