Mu Qinglan's aura chilled the room as it swirled with a frigid squall. I couldn't say that I preferred how soft and comfortable Tang Wei's insides squeezed me. Right? That would be stupid... I am not that stupid.
"John... answer me."
Her ice sharpened into long, arrows of frost that hovered over her head. A marvel at the cultivation technique I passed on to her.
To avoid certain death, I sucked the air with a long breath. I absorbed her elemental qi, which flowed down to my stomach, forming a sphere inside my dantian. The bite of the icy qi was uncomfortable for a moment, but my body soon adjusted to it.
A darker swirl of aura leaked from my body in the opposite direction.
"Well, you're different..." My answer didn't clear the atmosphere, Qinglan's eyes narrowed into a sharper glare. "It was comfortable inside Tang Wei, but you felt better." Her mouth twitched at my statement.
"Hah!"
