At the entrance of the Chen Residence, those two fine copper gates remained firmly shut.
Just a few steps inside the gate, near a flower bed, lay an emaciated old man with white hair and beard, sprawled atop a pile of snow.
His clothes were tattered and torn, and the skin exposed to the elements was deathly pale.
When Chen Hai arrived at the scene, two servants from the mansion were trying to drag the old man's body away to find another place to lay it.
"It's so cold, this isn't a person, it's clearly a block of eternal ice!"
Among the two servants, the one named Dazhong had just touched the old man's body when he cried out in shock and instantly retreated several steps.
His hair and eyebrows, as well as the exposed skin on his body, had frosted over in that instant.
The other servant, seeing what had befallen his companion, quickly retracted his outstretched hand.
Despite that, he hadn't even touched the old man yet and was already shivering uncontrollably.
"Master!"
