C271 Layer Five
In the depths of a pitch-black cave, a human cultivator sat cross-legged on the ground. The air around him was thick with frost, so dense that within a meter of him, it seemed on the verge of solidifying, quivering with each of his breaths. Before long, the chill that lingered outside was drawn into Woo Yang's body.
A layer of ice had formed on Woo Yang's skin, which he nonchalantly shook off
