The night falls.
The snowstorm grows stronger.
The sky is filled with cold winds carrying hail, whistling and intertwining.
Jian Nanchun, relying on his exquisite cultivation, flies on his sword through such a snowstorm without much trouble. The problem is he worries that his two junior disciples can't withstand it.
So, they could only rest in a valley.
After stopping, Jian Nanchun curiously looks at Yi Lin, who appears calm, then looks back at Xia Xiaoman, who is still shivering despite using her cultivation technique, and falls into contemplation.
This Junior Brother Lin Yi, isn't he just at the Qi Absorption Stage?
Wait a minute.
Since when could someone at the Qi Absorption Stage fly on a sword?
And fly for thousands of miles without getting out of breath or turning red?
Jian Nanchun finally notices something's not right.
He wanted to secretly check Yi Lin's pulse while he wasn't paying attention to assess him.
But Jian Nanchun couldn't find an opportunity.
