Lian'er smirked. "I told you, your destruction is inevitable." She declared as she leapt out of the crater and landed on the elevated roots. She stared down on Ryoma. "So are you going to tell me where I can find that garbage heap that sent you after me?"
Ryoma shook his head, he knew he had made a grave mistake when he accepted that job—but even so, he was not going to sell out his client to save his skin. His silence was his golden weapon, his honor as a man.
"Unfortunately I cannot tell you."
"That's unfortunate."
Lian'er breathed out and once again the frosting breath increased turning the already frozen Sect into a field of ice, the temperatures rapidly descended into the negatives until even molecules themselves in the air could not move from being frozen.
