In the spacious and comfortable carriage, Ruo Xuan was like a water plant just fished out of water, constantly dripping. She used a cloth to wipe herself, but no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't get dry.
Xuanyuan Que watched her flustered attempts with no success, just like a little flower ravaged by a storm. He set up a soundproof barrier and said indifferently, "Use a spell to dry your clothes."
Ruo Xuan, "I don't have enough spiritual power."
Seeing Xuanyuan Que's cold and handsome face, she quickly added another sentence, "Those people were just too awful, I couldn't help myself."
If only she'd known, she would have informed the Heavenly Dao to take care of them. That wouldn't require too much spiritual power.
Indeed, acting on impulse feels great for a moment!
Now she was almost frozen to death!
The Immortal Technique she had just used was offensive in nature and required a lot of spiritual power to blast so many people away.
