In an instant, Hong Tianzheng and Madam Hong saw Meng Zhao's entire body rapidly frost over and freeze within an extremely short time. His outer skin seemed to have been coated in a layer of icy slurry, becoming faintly more dark and eerie.
"Th-this, Tianzheng, it seems the cold poison in my body has been drawn by those silken threads into General Lu's body. He... he won't be in danger, will he?"
Meng Zhao's body had frozen, and he had even become an ice man. Yet in contrast, Madam Hong felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. Her whole body was warm, her blood surged, strength had returned to her hands, and she no longer felt lifeless, cold, and frozen.
In truth, this was merely an illusion. In that brief instant, the icy power within her body had been completely swallowed by Meng Zhao, so the icy power in her bloodline had not yet had time to regenerate, creating this false impression.
Still, this brief feeling of health, of being free from the disturbance of icy power, was something she had sought bitterly for many years and rarely attained.
When Si Peng and Luo Ning had helped Madam Hong remove the cold poison and regulate her body, they had mostly relied on their own true qi—especially the sparkfire qi within Si Peng—to wear away the icy power inside her.
That process entailed considerable depletion, and for Madam Hong, the treatment itself had also been a form of torment.
By comparison, Meng Zhao's silken threads both drew out and absorbed the icy power. It was a thoroughly technical approach, extracting and absorbing the harmful force from Madam Hong's body rather than countering and wearing it down. It was superior by far more than a single level.
Hong Tianzheng was also deeply worried