Jiang Lei took a deep breath, and reached out his hand towards Bai Xue's. He felt a wave of coldness hit his palm, as if he was touching a block of ice.
He wrapped his fingers around Bai Xue's hand, and exerted only the force that a Qi Condensation stage cultivator should have.
As he expected, Bai Xue's hand was as immovable as a mountain. He could not budge it even a millimeter, no matter how hard he tried. On the contrary, he felt his own blood circulation slow down, and his hand turn numb.
Bai Xue looked at him with a pitying expression and said softly. "Junior Brother, you are wasting your energy. You can't move my hand with your strength. Just admit defeat, and I will let you go."
She could see that he was struggling, but she did not feel any pressure from Jiang Lei's hand.
