His internal monologue roared, a dark, freezing wave of killing intent threatening to burst from his core. 'I do not care if you freeze to death here. You are slowing me down and are irrelevantly noisy. I want to shatter you into a million red ice crystals, scatter you to the winds, and resume my search for the only person in this universe that matters.'
He raised his hand, half a second away from summoning Winter's Sigh and mercilessly clearing his aggro by eliminating the entire fan club.
But then, a horrifying thought stayed his hand.
WWJD?
What Would Ji'an Do?
Wangchen remembered the lectures in the outdoor kitchen. He remembered Ji'an ranting about the trashy romance scrolls Zhiwei and her Master Jiu Zui loved to read so much.
