Perhaps it was the cold wave from the depths of the Endless Sea, about to make landfall.
The nights on Ghost-Back Mountain were terrifyingly cold. In less than half an hour, the mountain forest was completely covered in white frost, glimmering with a faint, cold light under the Moonlight.
Furthermore, this chill wasn't simply cold. Catalyzed by the Demonic Qi, the damp, cold air moved like a living thing, burrowing into one's pores until it felt like their very organs would freeze solid.
No matter how high Nangong Jin stoked the fire, she couldn't effectively ward off the chill.
And based on her experience, this wasn't even the coldest part of the night. In another half an hour, it would become far colder than it was now.
Even fire itself would be unable to burn in such extreme cold.
"Jin'Er."
A warm and gentle voice suddenly spoke.
