"Alas, the Flawless Ice Root is notoriously temperamental. It seems the ambient Yang energy of the room, specifically the heat generated by your Yin energies... is causing my core to react defensively. I fear the temperature will only continue to drop."
He tilted his head, his ruby eyes locking onto Mei with a dark, polite threat.
"It would be a tragedy if the esteemed Senior Sister were to suffer permanent frostbite to her meridians on the eve of the tournament. The medical pavilion is already so crowded."
The threat was veiled, but it was absolute.
Leave, or I will freeze your internal organs and claim it was an accident.
Elder Su, being a Vice-Sovereign and possessing significantly more survival instinct than the others, recognized a losing battle when she saw one.
She looked at the powerful, silver-haired boy standing guard over the cook, and she looked at the rapidly spreading black ice.
