The room seemed to freeze with her presence. Not from ice, no, not like the scholar's spells but something far more visceral. A deep, soul-numbing cold that sank into bone. The cavernous underground trembled in eerie silence as if the earth itself feared her next move.
The scholar was the first to speak. He chuckled, raising a glowing orb of violet flame in his palm. "You-! Just who are you?!."
Feng Jiao Xue simply eerily stood still, incredibly still.
"Jsut who are you?!" The scholar asked again, this time more agitated as he staggered backward wanting to distance himself from her.
She's clearly weaker than her! He can sense her Qi, too weak but somehow... his heart palpated as he itched his staff even more.
There's no way a mid rank magic practitioner like him can be scared off by a stupid Qi-gathering brat!
A flash of silver sliced through the dim air, glinting like a star. Feng Jiao Xue had already moved.
