The night breeze was gentle, the cold wind brushing against the face.
Many disciples from various major sects were meditating and falling asleep; there were no houses here, everything relied on personal will. If one couldn't endure, they were free to leave, but those who made it here were capable individuals. If one couldn't even withstand such harsh conditions, there was nothing more to discuss.
Hua Huiyue led the disciples of the Sky Sword Sect in meditation when suddenly, her fair face began to redden. In such a freezing environment, the flush on her cheeks didn't indicate warmth, but rather...
All of a sudden, Hua Huiyue felt queasy, the urge to vomit almost overwhelming, but she forcefully held it back.
As a practitioner at the Heavenly Level two-fold, she immediately sensed something abnormal within her body. She had been poisoned.
Poisoned?
