The physical body of a cultivator far surpasses that of ordinary people. Even if they were thrown into an icy river, they wouldn't feel cold. What truly makes a cultivator feel cold is... the ghostly aura of the Evil Spirit Reef Realm.
Tong Jia said, "We've wasted enough time, let's mine quickly and head back."
Li Xuan nodded gravely.
Both returned to the Evil Spirit Reef Realm.
Steward Jian's corpse, along with those terrifying clothes, had long been reduced to ashes by Li Xuan's fire, leaving not a trace.
The seawater was chilling and deep black, smoke on the distant reef was overwhelming, like a vast wildfire rising mightily, resembling a black ghost wall, veiling the sky and hiding the earth, blocking the way.
Tong Jia hugged her shoulders tightly, "So cold."
Li Xuan said, "You stay back a bit, I'll go get it."
Tong Jia didn't stand on ceremony, "I know you're capable, go ahead."
She moved back with a wave.
Li Xuan waited for the black smoke to disperse.
