Zhoom! Zhoom!
Booming thunder erupted from his hands... The runes covering his hands intertwined and formed an alarming lightning fist, the front part taking the shape of an azure dragon as described in profound Scriptures.
"Saintess, you can't do this... This one requests to think it through," he yelled trying to remain calm yet he couldn't help but swallow hard.
"Oh, you finally snapped," Saintess spoke as softly as a flower and as gently as a feather. She was aware that this little guy harbored feelings for her but she decided to ignore it.
What's even the use of such feelings if they only hold you back, One must be immovable as mountains and as deep as the sea, if not forgetting about cultivation the feelings, and focus on yourself.
The wisdom of scholars never lies.
"Are you planning to kill me... Pathetic... Go on, try it." She stopped midway and turned her head, though her veil covered her face like a mist yet it felt as if she was smirking beneath.
