However, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, usually so agile and flexible, was now restrained by a mysterious and formidable force, unable to stretch freely. The biting chill clung like a shadow, tightly coating every single strand of Blue Silver Grass as the freezing aura seeped into every fiber.
Once soft yet resilient, the Blue Silver Grass had now become hard as rock, as though encased in a thick layer of frost. Having lost its former flexibility and nimbleness, every single movement now required an immense amount of effort.
Anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof, beads of cold sweat constantly welled up on Tang San's forehead as his brows knitted tightly together in a deep frown. Panic surging within him, he desperately racked his brain for a countermeasure: The chill was formidable, so what on earth should he do? How could he break free from this predicament? There had to be a way, there simply had to!
Chapter 43