"The Ice Vein!"
Ye Wudao gasped in shock. He had heard of the Ice Vein before but never expected it would appear in Song Yuhan's body.
In fact, if one with the Ice Vein were to abstain from romantic and sexual feelings for life, it might not necessarily be a bad thing. For those possessing the Ice Vein could cultivate expeditiously, soaring in progress as if riding a rocket.
However, how many in this world could remain untouched by such feelings? Even those who have renounced worldly life to become nuns dare not claim to be utterly heartless. They simply bury their emotions deep within. Not to mention Song Yuhan, who lives amongst the strife of the mortal world.
"Xiao Han, so that's why you have been avoiding me. I'm sorry, I misunderstood you." Ye Wudao held the unconscious and icy-cold Song Yuhan, his heart bleeding.
"Ye Wudao, Huixin's condition is very critical. If she does not receive treatment soon, she will die," Jing Chen Shitai told him.
