When the Wangchuan River Water washed over Pi Yanlin's boots, he could clearly feel the chilling cold creeping up his ankles, like countless ice needles biting into his tendons and bones.
Yet the bone butterfly mark between his brows was burning with astonishing heat, with black and white qi surging within his body, ultimately forcing the chill back into his limbs—this was what Li Guichen called the "harmonization of yin and yang," and it was also the foundation of his confidence to walk in the depths of the Yellow Springs.
"Slow down," Gu Qinghuan's voice came from behind, carrying a trace of deliberately suppressed urgency.
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