It did not really explode outward; Consort was far too controlled for something so crude. Instead, every trace of softness vanished from her face while one hand settled around the hilt of her katana with such quiet finality that Phei immediately understood what would happen if he allowed her another three seconds.
He caught her wrist... Consort looked toward him.
Phei shook his head once: "Not yet."
What would her anger even do? could she take on all the cultivators with the same cultivation base as her?
She knew rushing would only get her and Phei killed.
Her fingers remained closed around the sword, air around them felt suddenly thinner. Phei looked back toward the vial, and something colder than the wasteland above settled into his eyes.
Elena's little sister.
The bastards had taken blood from Elena's young sister.
His jaw tightened.
Eira had showed him the Ashford estate whole fight Consort had been there.
