There, he could feel the pain.
"It is not a dream. It is real. But why is the pain so distant even when I have cut my cheek?" Lazy Wafula asked himself. He casted a glance around him and realized something when he glanced at the ground. The temperature of this place was so low in such a way that it was even affecting him as a cultivator but he could not see any ice formed and the yellow grass on the ground was as lively as it could be as if it was the spring season.
"This temperature is it affecting my body or soul?" While Lazy Wafula was still asking himself stupid questions, his thought process was disrupted again by the happy chatter of the group in front of him. The group was so preoccupied into their stories in such a way that they didn't even register Lazy Wafula's presence or maybe they just didn't saw him.
