The thread was vibrating violently.
Through the metaphysical connection, Wangchen received a massive, unfiltered surge of sensory data from miles away.
He felt a massive, catastrophic spike in Ji'an's heart rate and the terrifying, hyper-dense surge of the Qi flooding her meridians.
He felt the raw, adrenaline-fueled fury of combat, the sensation of heavy iron striking bone, and the overwhelming, intoxicating thrill of absolute violence.
At that exact moment, deep in the subterranean fortress, Lin Ji'an was currently bringing her cast-iron spatula down on Blood-Hand Tu's skull with the force of a falling meteor.
Wangchen lunged to his feet.
The Flawless Ice Qi erupted from his core, instantly coating the cavern walls in a fresh, jagged layer of lethal black ice. His dark eyes blazed with sudden, apocalyptic murder.
'He is fighting, could it be that he is in danger?' Wangchen's mind screamed, his hand flying to the hilt of Winter's Sigh, which rested against the wall.
