After her bath, Li Hua walked back to her room but paused at the sound of muffled footsteps. Her instincts flared instantly—body dropping into a defensive stance, spiritual essence surging through her meridians as she materialized her daggers in a flash. Through the dim evening light, she caught movement at a window. Her muscles coiled, ready to strike—only to relax a moment later as she recognized the ridiculous scene before her: Li Wei trying to coax Bai Ying through his bedroom window, the frost tiger's crystalline fur catching the lamplight.
For such a fearsome beast, Bai Ying was making a rather undignified entrance—her massive form stuck halfway through the window, back paws pedaling helplessly in the air as small ice crystals formed wherever she touched.
