Clouds billowed and rosy mists spread, its force piercing the rainbow.
It was Fullington's first time flying through the air. The magnificent, stirring scenery below held no appeal for him whatsoever. Not only because of the vicious, ruthless man behind him, whose intentions he did not know; more importantly, his entire body was shivering, utterly unable to withstand such biting cold.
He had not been wearing much to begin with. At home, he at least had a fireplace to keep warm, but now he had been taken away just like that and flown through the unprotected high skies. He could only feel his blood slowly freezing.
The cold was not even the most terrifying part. The thin air at high altitude continuously poured back into Fullington's nostrils during their high-speed flight.
His complexion gradually changed from deathly pale to a bluish purple.
Just as Fullington began suffering hypothermic hallucinations and trembled as he tried to take off his clothes, ready to completely lose himself in "false warmth," they finally reached their destination—Fear Mountain Waterfall.
Fullington was tossed into the snow. While he was still dazed, a gentle energy flowed into his body.
As that energy entered him, Fullington felt every discomfort in his body vanish. Even his muddled thoughts became much clearer.
Not only did he no longer feel cold, his body felt as though it were in a warm summer.
Fullington looked at Xius in astonishment. Only a transcendent could accomplish such a feat. Thinking his body had recovered, Fullington climbed up from the thick snow.
However, in Angel's eyes, Fullington's appearance had not improved in the slightest. His skin remained pale with a purplish cast, the frostbite obvious and growing increasingly severe with time. Yet his eyes were bright, as though he had not noticed anything wrong with