Xie Wangchen.
He had not waited for the Elders to open the floor officially, nor walked down the ceremonial stairs.
The Ice Genius had simply stepped off the fifty-foot-high jade terrace and dropped like a meteor, using his Flawless Ice Qi to cushion his descent.
He stood there, a towering pillar of white Ice-Silk and absolute, terrifying authority.
Wangchen didn't even look at Mo Wuchen. He completely, utterly ignored the assassin, treating the dangerous Love Interest like nothing more than an annoying speck of dust that had dared to float into his airspace.
Wangchen turned his back to the crowd, his dark, bottomless eyes locking instantly onto Lin Ji'an.
The terrifying, murderous aura that had frozen the plaza floor vanished the precise millisecond he laid eyes on her.
The monster disappeared, replaced by a devotion so intense and unfiltered that it made the surrounding air hum.
"You are hurt, Brother Lin," Wangchen said.
