3 AM.
The chaos within the Forbidden City had yet to reach beyond the palace walls, and the Chen Mansion on Fuyou Street remained tranquil and silent.
In his dreams, Chen Ji suddenly felt a piercing cold enveloping him, a massive ice flow surged from his chest, spreading towards his limbs as if freezing his blood within his veins.
The ice flow was so immense that, counting since he began cultivating the Mountain Lord Sect's Scripture, only Prince Jing's could compare. It surged like a flood within his body, pressing down the fire within him which slowly dimmed, much like the flickering Eight Diagrams Lamps within the inner prison.
Just as Chen Ji closed his eyes to contemplate, the ice flow touched a mark between his ribs, and suddenly, like a startled beast, it shrank back into the Dantian, unwilling to emerge again.
