When Jiang Ye wrapped his cloak around Ye Shuli, he noticed that the gear fragment in the palm of her right hand was sinking into her skin.
The tundra wind swept over their heads, scraping against the exposed rock with a sound like grinding metal.
"This thing is even more wicked than the Soul-Devouring Gu." His fingertips brushed the residual blue light on Ye Shuli's palm, where ice crystals were freezing into a tiny hexagonal grid on her skin. "Are you sure you want to brave the Frozen Land in this condition?"
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