A bone-chilling coldness enveloped everyone in an instant.
Zhao Ling was the first to notice it. In a fleeting moment, he disappeared from everyone's sight.
The three beasts followed closely, taking Xu Yue'Er with them and dashing a thousand meters away to barely withstand the cold.
The few of them panted slightly, looking in shock towards the direction of the Nether Spring.
"Could something have changed below?"
"Why is the Nether Spring suddenly so cold?"
The White Elephant, Gray Wolf, and Black Eagle fixed their eyes on Zhao Ling. This was the domain of the Litian Sword Sect, and having been here for thousands of years, he surely knows something.
Zhao Ling repeatedly shook his head, his tone filled with grievance much like Dou E.
"I really don't know. The Nether Spring has never been like this before. In all these years, not even a ripple on the water. I was the first to come out, I have no idea what happened afterward."
