"And you're giving it to me?" Ji'an tried to pull her hand back, but his grip tightened. "Wangchen, no! You're the one in the spotlight! Everyone is going to be targeting you! The Sword Lord, that foxy guy with slit eyes, and the weird guys from the Beast Peak all want to take down the 'Ice Genius'. You need this!"
"I do not need it," Wangchen said, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. "I have my sword. I have my ice. But you..."
He leaned in.
He moved into her personal space, bracing one hand on the wall behind her head, effectively trapping her.
The scent of snow and cold mountain air enveloped her, intoxicating and overwhelming.
"...You are in Class 9," he continued, his dark eyes boring into hers. "You are entering the illusion realm with no spiritual weapon, only a spatula and a bag of peppers. If something happens to you... if you get hurt..."
His eyes flashed with that dangerous red light for a fraction of a second.
"...I will burn the Sect to the ground."
