Her heart skipped a beat and she wanted to take it away, but it was too late. The energy that should have been docile suddenly turned into a wild horse, running rampant through the meridians. Wherever it passed, the walls of the meridians made a tiny, tooth-aching tearing sound.
Sweat rolled down from his forehead and before it reached his chin, it condensed into ice beads in the air.
Snap.
It fell on the black ice futon beneath him and broke into smaller ice crystals.
There were footsteps outside the cave, very light, crunching on the snow, and stopped about ten feet away from the entrance of the cave. It was the voice of her eldest disciple Lin Qinghe, which was low and careful: "Master... It has been three hours, do you need a disciple to protect you?"
