Yet, as he looked at the sheer aesthetic perfection of the illusion generated by the Supreme Artifact...
A very faint, highly unnatural tinge of pink slowly crept up the tips of Elder Qin's ears.
He took a slow sip of his tea, clearing his throat quietly. 'Ahem. The boy... takes good care of his physical foundation. A healthy vessel for a chaotic root.'
He refused to acknowledge the flush, desperately hoping no one was looking at him.
No one was. Because everyone who wasn't screaming was currently looking at the most dangerous person on the terrace.
If Elder Qin was mildly flustered, Xie Wangchen was currently going through a psychological apocalypse.
Wangchen stood at the railing. The temperature around him had bypassed "freezing" and entered the realm of "absolute zero." The jade railing beneath his hands hadn't just cracked; it had disintegrated into fine, glittering powder.
He stared at the screen. He stared at the broad back, the glistening skin, the curve of the waist.
