He simply knew that the person who anchored his entire universe was currently hurting, and he wanted to obliterate whatever was causing it.
"The disciples here were so insolent," Wangchen stated, his tone dropping into a dangerous, icy register. "Their flagon was an insult to your prestige. If you wish it, Brother Ji'an... I can return to the Grand Hall and freeze their meridians so slowly they will feel every crystal form. I can turn their entire sect into a monument of black ice. What do you say, doesn't it sound nice?"
It was too much of a romantic offer of continental genocide, the best thing Wangchen could come up with. He said it with the same calm, devoted tone a mortal man might use to offer to fetch a glass of water.
Ji'an turned her head, looking at him.
She saw the sincerity in his ruby eyes. He meant every word of it.
He would literally go to war with one of the most powerful sects in the empire right now, simply because she had a sour look on her face.
