The suffocating silence of the village pressed in, broken only by the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs. Kai Syaoran's mind raced, a maelstrom of possibilities and implications churning within him. He had known something was amiss with the Flower Immortal, but the full, horrifying picture was only now clicking into place. He locked eyes with the pink-robed figure, who stood before him, unburdened by the hundred immortals surrounding them. The Flower Immortal's smile never wavered, a mask of unshakeable confidence.
"The old woman couldn't defeat me, so she called for you," the Flower Immortal taunted, circling, a predator surveying his prey. "I can tell you're powerful, a genius even, but this isn't enough to face me. I usually go for women, but you're handsome enough that I'll make an exception just for you."
