Walking through the thick snow.
Li Ye did not waste the last bit of spiritual power he could still mobilize to keep himself from sinking into the snow. Instead, he barely maintained enough to keep from freezing stiff.
Silently, he pulled his clothes tighter around himself.
Though both his spiritual power and physical strength had been suppressed, he had accumulated the essence of sun and moon every day. By all reason, he should not have suffered "frostbite."
But the path of cultivation was somewhat idealistic to begin with. As long as he felt cold, even his Golden Core body would develop frostbite cracks.
He exhaled a puff of white breath, looked toward the squirrels hopping among the branches, and asked, "How much longer?"
Every one of them wore genuine fur coats, while he had only this one Daoist robe that could barely ward off the chill.
He truly could not endure much more.
And it was absurd, when he thought about it.
The Daoist robe issued to inner disciples at Foundation Establishment could keep one in spring-like comfort throughout all four seasons. Yet the Daoist robe issued after reaching Golden Core no longer had the function of maintaining the surrounding temperature.
The robe's designer probably had never imagined that a Golden Core cultivator would care whether their Daoist robe had such an ability.
Once he returned, he would definitely have the cultivators who made Daoist robes add those rune patterns.
Hearing him, the hopping squirrels suddenly had their leader let out a string of "squeaks" toward the distance, the sound carrying far through the silent snowy forest.
"Quack~"
Then, a head suddenly poked out from a nearby snowdrift.
It was a round, yellow-fuzzed head, flat and rather silly-looking, with an equally flat bill.
After emerging from the snowdrift, it shook