She peeked out from behind the trees, surprised that the uncle was holding a long sword that spanned a three finger width. The sword's sharp aura was flaring, his entire being emanating an energy that was visible to the naked eye. That was not mystical energy, but spirit energy.
Without the slightest doubt, he was a cultivator of Immortality!
But, something was visibly wrong with him at that moment. Although he was trying very hard to tolerate whatever was affecting him, the layer upon layer of fine white crystals forming over his beard and eyebrows could be nothing else but icy frost freezing up upon them!
[Frost? Why is frost forming on his body?]
"Argh!"
