C243 The Three Pillars of the Elixir of Frost

Meng Yang felt as if a knife were scraping across his face, stripping him of any semblance of secrecy.

His complexion was as dark as clotted blood when he returned to the vast platform at the Elder Hall of Death's Door. His eyes, flickering with fear, refused to meet the elder's gaze, and his face was ashen as he hung his head low