Snow clears over the Tianshan Mountains, the biting wind of twilight bringing deep cold, freezing the jade palaces and frosted towers to the bone. Ten thousand miles of ice lock the pale silk into place, while a thousand mist-veiled peaks conceal the carved saddles.
Xuan Ya opened her eyes weakly, her pale face looking even more haggard in the soft glow of the luminous pearl. She shook her head gently, her voice as thin as gossamer: "It's nothing... it's just that the Cold Poison flared up more fiercely than I imagined." As she spoke, she instinctively wrapped the thin shark-silk gauze tighter around herself, her fingertips still trembling slightly.
Ming Feng frowned, his slender fingers gently brushing past the stray locks on her forehead, touching a patch of icy chill. He pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned and swam deep into the cave. His fishtail cut through the deep blue seawater, stirring up a trail of fine bubbles. Before long, he returned holding a glowing blue sea Ganoderma: "This is a spiritual medicine nurtured by millennia of cold marrow; it should be able to temporarily suppress the Cold Poison within your body."
Chapter 125