Meng Yixuan’s gaze warmed as he stared at the pitiful master who’d built himself from nothing, as well as having given up his first love.
It took another half an hour before another master made their appearance. It was the female master of Bistan land who arrived, with an entourage of ten people.
This arrogance of hers was deserved, seeing as she was the leading cultivator in her nation before she turned to take on the role of the demonic angel of darkness.
The harem of men surrounding her approached her seat across from Huli Bao and his elders, and next to Sect Master Amari and his two elders.
The master was hidden completely from view for a few seconds as they arranged themselves around her, with the two most powerful, seemingly, sitting at her sides.
Meng Yixuan finally caught a glimpse of the sect master of the Binsam Sect. She was an elegant lady with hair the colour of a red rose, and eyes that resembled a serpentine stone, a beautiful hazel in colour. Her complexion was beautifully tanned, like a greek god.
Her slender hands were placed on the table after she sat down, offering an apology in a voice just above a whisper, tone ever so slightly tinted by a sultry lulling.
Meng Yixuan only paid half a spot of attention to the Bistan sect master, focusing more intently on the icicles on the roof, though he acted like he was paying attention to the awkward conversation of the three sect masters.
Huli Bao’s hand came to grasp his sleeve out of boredom, reaching in to fiddle with his stiff hand. It was only then that he realised how on edge he was, and he hid the soft smile he wore for his friend.
As Meng Yixuan turned away, he felt a drip on his nose, quickly looking towards the sky in wonder. When Huli Bao noticed the temperature of the little one start to jump and drop rapidly, he grew somewhat worried.
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The only true conclusion they’d come to from the hours-long discussion was that they’d stay in nearby lodgings until the others arrived.
Binsam’s sect master was the first to leave, saying something about catching up on her beauty sleep.
Now, that was cap because, quite frankly, cultivators don’t need sleep but none of the others called her out on it.
After they watched him leave, Huli Bao turned back to sect master Amari, to continue their previous conversation.
When Meng Yixuan felt another drop of water on his cheek, he grabbed Tan Huanxiong’s hand and yanked on Huli Bao’s hand, pulling them both out the door.
Before he left, though, he warned Amari and his two elders to “get out, the ceiling’s gonna collapse!” and then he sprinted, dragging the other two to follow.
Both of the other beasts beside him snapped to attention, running just as, if not more, quickly.
Huli Bao tried to manipulate his qi to hold it up for even a second longer but ultimately failed, a lightning root didn’t hold much capability before a collapsing world.
Well, that and the fact that he had also been within reach of the splashes of the qi nullifying liquid droplets just after they fell on Meng Yixuan.
And the now rain-like dripping of the water from the ice that formed the ceiling.
When Meng Yixuan sensed the other’s comfortable qi signature around him for a second, he decided to copy him, releasing his own qi into the air, hoping to at least stabilise the ricketing architecture.
After that attempt failed, he almost teared up at the thought of yet again dying a virgin. Never to have fucked or been fucked by this frickin god in disguise.
If only he had magical Elsa powers that gave him control over the ice and let him keep it in the air long enough for them to escape—
Oh wait!
Meng Yixuan shuffled his right hand out of Tan Huanxiong’s grasp, advising him to transform and run.
When Tan Huanxiong heard the confidence in this didi’s voice, he turned to his sect master for a look of confirmation. Funnily enough, the incredibly cautious master nodded in approval, telling him to run ahead and prepare for their arrival that was soon to come.
Meng Yixuan raised his now stray hand after watching the other scurry away. He waved it back and forth once and twice, watching as the previously dripping ceiling re-solidified.
The murals on the ceiling had faded away from sight after being successively melted and frozen.
A water droplet that had already fallen was frozen midair, barely given the chance to fall as Meng Yixuan noticed that his elemental control was still there.
He let the surroundings stay negative degrees cold before creating a barrier of warm air around them, to act like a coat as they travelled, just as quickly as before.
Finally, they made it out just in time, watching an entire palace made of ice collapse onto the snow white ground.
In the far distance, a figure cloaked in black watched on, with an almost invisible entourage following behind them as they teleported away, leaving only a soft and impolite cackle in their wake.
Then, from the other side of the once-stylish igloo, Sect Master Amari emerged with his two elders, both of whom held hands and were enveloped in a warm rouge visible qi.
In fact, this was considered an afterglow, seeing as the extensive qi had already been put to use, with only wisps of the previous burst still in grasp.
Meng Yixuan breathed a sigh of relief after finding that the others had also survived.
notice how the title doesn’t match the chapter? i wrote it half asleep at 3am and somehow they were waiting for the buss??
Yay! They got out in time.
thanks for the chapter <3
Thank you for the chapter！