Wangchen reminded himself, his jaw clenching so hard a muscle ticked in his pale cheek. 'If I murder his trainees, he will be angry and call me toxic. He is attempting to refactor their meridians. I must support his pedagogical endeavors. I cannot eliminate the competition with violence.'
Wangchen took a slow, deep breath.
He looked down at his own hands. He looked at his pristine, immaculate, fully buttoned white Sovereign robes.
A new, and incredibly devious plan began to form in the immortal's mind.
If he could not kill them to remove the distraction... he would simply have to out-compete them.
