Pi Yanlin’s consciousness felt as if it were submerged in the icy waters of the Wangchuan River, aching with cold.
He could hear Gu Qinghuan’s voice exploding overhead like a muffled strike against a Bronze Tripod: "Pi Yanlin! Pi Yanlin, wake up!" His eyelids felt as heavy as if pressed down by millennium-old black iron. He managed to force a slit open and saw the corners of her eyes were red, her lashes beaded with moisture—he couldn't tell if it was cold sweat or mist.
"Young friend." A raspy voice suddenly bored into his ears like sandpaper scraping against a skull.
Chapter 131