In his sleep, as if instinctively sensing a dangerous aura, Jiang Jiamian's body tensed. Though sound asleep just moments ago, his eyes snapped open, cold light flashing in them.
And what greeted him was Ling Zhuang's face, wearing a smile so dark and twisted it sent a chill down his spine.
Jiang Jiamian's pupils shrank. "Ling Zhuang!"
Ling Zhuang's fingers trembled once, and then his grip on Jiang Jiamian's cheek suddenly tightened.
"You lunatic!"
Jiang Jiamian raised his hand almost reflexively to block him. Driven purely by instinct, and by the subconscious knowledge of Ling Zhuang's strength, he summoned a power that did not belong to this world's energy system.
A blinding surge of white light burst from his palm, laced with the biting chill of snow and wind.
With a low crackle, the air itself seemed to freeze.
