The north wind swept the shattered snow across the green tiles, Shi Feiyang's black cloak fluttered sharply, as the faint golden swirl in his palm rotated, the snow within a three-foot radius around him seemingly evaporated into white mist. He glanced sideways at Xue Li's pale face, his icy voice hiding a three-part pressure: "Do you not know, Miss, that the Heroic Sakura Association only rescues those who are honest. If you keep secrets, do not blame me for standing by and watching."
Xue Li tightly gripped the sword hilt with her fair hands, the blue light of the jade sword reflecting a shimmer in her eyes.
