"Tell me more about this world," Quinlan instructed the petite girl walking by his side. He placed a hand on the top of her head, but she quickly swatted it away and sent him a murderous glare.
"No headpats, got it," Quinlan muttered while doing his utmost to hold a burst of laughter back. Feng Jiai was a very expressive kid.
"Good," she nodded. "So, information about Zhenwu that a brain-damaged uncle might find useful…" the girl mused inwardly for a few seconds, stroking her chin in thought, before finding something.
"Zhenwu's a land split by four nations, each ruled by a Sovereign tied to an element—Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind. They're the strongest practitioners of their element."
Quinlan gave a hum of understanding.
