She walked into the palace-like House of Royals.

She walked to James and stood by his side. She looked at the table full of cigarettes and frowned.

“What’s the matter with you? How much did you smoke?”

“Sit anywhere.”

James glanced at Quincy lazily.

“There are drinks in the refrigerator. Take whatever you want.”

“James, cheer up a little. It’s just a divorce. What’s the whole fuss about? Go after her if you can’t let her go. Look at yourself right now. You look horrible,” Quincy scolded him.

“You’re the Commander of the Southern Plains’ Black Dragon Army! You’re the dignified Black Dragon! You’re also the Guardian and Military God of Sol! Have a look at yourself! You look nothing like a Military God right now!”

“Quincy, are you here to make fun of me? If so, you’ve done enough. Please leave.”

Quincy sat down and put her purse aside. She picked up a tissue and cleaned up the cigarette ashes on the table.

While cleaning up, she said, “Tomorrow is Thea’s twenty-eighth birthday.