"You... I-I give up," Han Xue conceded, rising shakily to his feet, his eyes reflecting a mixture of respect and disbelief.
Mira simply nodded, her expression unreadable. She glanced around at the other disciples, her gaze lingering on their awestruck faces. "Is there anyone else?" she asked, indifferent to the whole thing. This was the expected outcome, after all.
The disciples exchanged glances, but none stepped forward. The realization that they were no match for Mira had settled in, which was a bitter pill to swallow for the proud cultivators of the Frozen Sangfroid Temple.
