"This is going to be amazing! I haven't had a proper meal in months!"
Ji'an turned to retrieve the plates of thinly sliced boar meat and spiritual lotus root when the ambient temperature of the courtyard violently and drastically plummeted.
The spicy, weaponised steam hanging in the air instantly crystallised, falling to the ground like red snow.
The water in the nearby koi pond froze solid with a loud CRACK.
The bamboo gate didn't open.
The shadows parted, and Xie Wangchen stepped into the courtyard.
The transformation from the Ice Demon into an ascended immortal was still breathtaking.
His flowing silver hair caught the light of the fire pits.
He wore pristine, immaculate white robes that seemed to reject the very concept of dirt.
His face was a mask of flawless, carved ice.
But it was his ruby eyes that commanded the space.
Wangchen did not look at the table.
He didn't look at Zhiwei, who was waving happily at him.
