The air grew cold, and many of the thousands of martial artists slowed down as they tried to resist the cold. The more prepared ones wrapped themselves up in extra sets of clothes and whatever fabric they had at their disposal.
Mountains usually became colder the higher you climbed but this was different. It wasn't the kind of chill that stung your skin and made you shiver. The blistering cold on this mountain cut deep, freezing your joints and muscles, making it harder to continue your ascent.
Hundreds of people had already quit; the cold was simply too much for them to bear. Li Jun, however, climbed effortlessly. His soul flame radiated through his body and stopped the unnatural chill from penetrating. The soul flame was cold in its own right, but he had gotten used to it.
Shen Yun on the other hand looked like a beast made out of fabric. She had wrapped enough clothes around her body that she resembled a mountain herself. Only her eyes and legs peeked out.
