An Lin was frozen solid under the glare of the sun, and there was even a thick layer of ice on his whole body.
Everyone looked at him with shock on their faces.
"What kind of cultivation method could Mr. An Lin be using to be frozen solid like this?!"
Cheng Ying stared at him with a dumbstruck expression as if his whole world had been flipped on its head.
"He hasn't even closed his eyes yet, is that really OK?" Lu Xue opened her eyes wide with a concerned expression.
An Mingchuan was also quite concerned as he looked at An Lin's pained expression, but there was nothing he could do.
"I'll take Little Lin back to the North Mist Mountain!" An Mingchuan knew that with the Zombie Goddess on the loose, even the Changbai Mountain base was not a safe place.
The safest place he could think of was the North Mist Mountain, so he decided to take An Lin there as soon as possible.
