Beyond the spatial rift was the young master's quarters of Lin Fan within the Winter Temple. The sturdy walls were carved with divine runes, and thick frost clung to the crystal-clear stone bricks, radiating a biting, bone-chilling cold.
"So cold..." As a gust of icy wind hit him head-on, Elder Jin shivered slightly, a layer of frost instantly forming on his eyebrows and beard.
His expression immediately turned grim. This coldness... was colder than any winter Daxia had ever experienced!
Chapter 542