Correct. Cold quenching causes internal stress, and choking, gasping for breath is a reasonable manifestation of it.
As I said earlier, once the framework was in place, Fu Qian, the designer, had no intention of getting further involved.
He canceled the Return Edict and now played the role of a mere spectator, commenting on Silei's reaction.
The young man who'd been singled out was clearly under tremendous pressure.
And he wasn't the only one. The others standing farther away also knew better than to look after seeing Professor Weilong's new look. They all averted their eyes in unison.
Unfortunately, Silei couldn't escape. For the moment, all he could do was grit his teeth and endure.
His resistance was clearly nowhere near strong enough. After a few breaths, "utter despair" was etched onto his face. Tears even forced their way from the corners of his eyes.
Weilong still showed no sign of stopping, seeming intent on forging the other man a mask of agony.
It was also clear how formidable his spiritual ash was. Though more than one person in sight couldn't bear to watch, no one dared speak up on Silei's behalf.
Fu Qian didn't, either.
"Go find me one, too."
Instead, the next moment he gestured to Professor Lisha beside him, asking her to go downstairs and pick up a fragment of a chandelier for him.
I...
Such a mood-killing act had clearly stirred up intense resentment in the person involved.
Feeling more and more like an errand girl, Lisha was rather resistant to the instruction.
At the same time, though, her intense discomfort kept urging her to take this opportunity to distance herself for a while.
And in the end, with several curious gazes turning her way, Professor Lisha bowed to necessity, got up, and walked off to