Kins raises his head and a clear and bright smile appears on his face.
Slightly over thirty, Kins is a soul master that has quite some fame in the imperial capital, the family of Kin is also known for their precise control over soul powers, a notable family. He raises his carefully trimmed brows slightly and speaks to the woman opposite him who was clad in dark green: “I did.” After saying that, he raises his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, the liquid filling the teacup like a thin thread without haste, after quite a while, he fills the cup. He places the teapot down, “So?” looking up with his insightful eyes, he looks at her with a smile that is not quite there.
Kins raises his cup halfway. Just as he was about to to raise it to his mouth, the cup shatters. The liquid that splattered everyone solidifies into water droplets the size of pearls, bouncing on the surface of the table, the sound of wood echoing on the take. yet these water particles are not frozen, as if being controlled by energy, they are held together in a round shape, bouncing everywhere.
Standing at the side, Qi Ling watches with eyes so wide they are almost falling out.
Kins looks down with a laugh, gently spreading his hands out, at that moment, all the water particles seem to be lead by a force, all returning to his palms. Before Qi Ling manages to see what happened, a dainty cup made of ice appeared in the hands of Kins, emitting coldness. Kins picks up the teapot he had set aside before and pours another cup of boiling hot tea into the cup made of ice, the cup not melting despite the flowing steam.
The face of the woman opposite him looks as if it was shrouded by a layer of frost. Just as she was about to stand up, Kins raises his hand and gestures for her to sit down. Kins takes a sip of tea before speaking dimly: “You should reserve your soul powers to capture the Bing Mo, if not, you can leave some soul powers in order to run for your life.” Kins smiles bright and confident, “Am I right, Lu Ya?”
The woman clad in dark green does not speak again, however, the man sitting beside them opens his mouth: “Well, since there is only one Bing Mo, you’re gonna have to fight for it anyway, even if one of them dies now, it’s nothing big, it’s actually better.”
Kins turn his head; an expression of disgust appears on his face. The person he wishes to see the least is sitting at the table neighbouring him at this moment — Tuoka. Kins touches what’s left of his severed pinky and shoots a poisonous glare at Tuoka. Three years ago when he had been haunting down the soul beast “Liu Yun” (lit. flowing cloud), Tuoka had been fighting for it with him, cutting off his pinky with his sword of ice, but in the end Tuoka wasn’t able to capture Liu Yun, the person who subdued the beast was a young count from the imperial capital who was only eight years old.
At this moment three years later, Tuoka looks at Kins wildly and arrogantly once again, revealing his dirty teeth.
“It’s not like you have to die snatching Bing Mo, you’re ruining the friendly atmosphere by saying that.” A beautifully made-up woman from another table opens her mouth. She’s dressed like a dancing diva that tours from town to town, bells and cheap jewels covering her body. However, her status is far from cheap.