"Senior Sister... it's so cold."
Stepping through the Gate of Fire led them into a seemingly endless darkness.
Lu Yuan's junior sister, whom she carried on her back, murmured softly, her complexion pale as paper.
They had already figured out that this Bai Ze Secret Realm was not really a cave dwelling; after wandering around inside for so long and seeing nothing but the previously encountered grand hall without any "living spaces," and vast areas shrouded in gloom.
At this moment, the cold wind howled like a knife cutting across the face.
Even worse, everyone was wading through water. This long path, half-submerged, made every lift of the knee incredibly strenuous.
Yuan Yi, holding her sword, chattered her teeth from the cold but stubbornly kept silent.
She followed closely behind Xie Zhen, her sword named Reed, just as resolute as her character.
"Is it very cold?"
Xie Xuanyi glanced back and saw that the disciples from Baihua Valley were in bad shape.
With a whoosh.
