"Hiss~~~ How powerful!"
Zhou Feng quickly withdrew his hand, only then noticing a barely visible small spring beneath the blue heart lamp. It was precisely the freezing cold spring flowing through this tiny stream that released the cold air, freezing his fingers.
Having practiced the Frost Art, Zhou Feng's resistance to cold had reached an extremely terrifying level.
Throughout his journey, the cold air had almost lost its threat to him.
But when he touched this thread of cold spring, the deep soul-chilling cold made his heart twitch instantly, and his fingertips were immediately frozen.
The phenomenon made Zhou Feng's heart tremble, and he carefully searched around, soon discovering this medicinal garden was filled with such small streams. The streams carried both icy cold spring water and scorching fire spring water flowing separately, never intersecting.
"Could the cold spring be flowing down from the mountain?"
