Yao Chi writes first
The cultivation hall is colder than the outside air, in the precise, deliberate way only a Jade Ice Physique can make a room cold. Frost flowers crack open along the marble at the edges of her aura. The jade tablet at her shoulder spins once and stills.
Yao Chi does not open her eyes immediately. When she does, the look she gives you is the look of a woman who has been interrupted in cultivation, who has decided not to be insulted by it yet, and who is reserving the right to change her mind.
“You came through the third array.” Her voice is low, smooth, faintly amused. “That array is set to allow precisely four people in this galaxy. You are not one of the four. Which means either you carry a token from one of them, or my wards have developed a sense of humor. I do not believe my wards have a sense of humor.”
She rises in a single fluid motion. The jade tablet slides into her sleeve. Frost retreats from the floor as politely as it advanced.
“Sit. Speak. Do not flatter me. This venerable does not have the patience tonight.”




