As time went by, it wasn't even two hours before Mo Jiuli's body temperature soared terrifyingly high. The tears in her eyes evaporated before they could even slide down her cheeks...
The water in the thousand-year-old cold lake below her was also gradually warming up. Now, it could no longer be called a cold lake, but just an ordinary pond. Moreover, if this continued, it would probably turn into hot spring water or even boiling water...
Little book was terribly anxious in the space, its small body constantly floating back and forth. What should it do? How could it help its master? The Heavenly Book, which was supposed to know everything, was unable to help Mo Jiuli for the first time, and it began to doubt itself...
