The waterfall thundered. Under a sea of astonished gazes, Qin Feng leaped into the frigid river.
The Snowfield was intensely cold. If not for the river's great width and turbulent currents, it would have frozen over long ago.
Even so, the extreme cold was more than an ordinary Martial Artist could withstand.
"What is he doing?" On the bank, all eyes were fixed on Qin Feng in astonishment.
"Is he cultivating? It looks like he plans to use the terrifying cold of the glacial river to force out his potential and break through!"
"What? He has the nerve to be cultivating at a time like this? Instead of figuring out how to get through the Ninefold Ice and Snow Celestial Pass, he's just sitting here cultivating. Has he got his priorities backward?"
"Has he given up? Is that why he's just decided to cultivate here?" A murmur of discussion rose from the riverbank, and many began to look at Qin Feng with disdain.
