Have you not seen how, before the stately mirror, one grieves over white hair—black as dawn's silk, white as snow by dusk?
Inside the stone gate, the ice lake was as smooth as a mirror.
Chu Huai Xu's back slammed heavily into the ice, but Han Shuangjiang in his arms was unharmed.
She was pinning him beneath her, and both of them felt as if the world were spinning.
The two of them now truly looked like a pair of old people.
After suddenly falling from such a height, dizziness was inevitable.
Not passing out on the spot already showed remarkable willpower.
Big Ice Block's body had gone somewhat limp, pressing against Chu Huai Xu's chest.
But the scene before them was not remotely romantic.
Because she was no longer a woman who still possessed any youthful charm.
Her hair had turned gray, and her face was covered in wrinkles.
Yet her bearing remained excellent. Her brows, eyes, and bone structure were all pleasing, making anyone who saw her think: This old lady must have been breathtakingly beautiful when she was young.
Chu Huai Xu, whose back was throbbing with pain, felt his vision go black.
What surprised him was that although this Secret Realm was so bizarre that even the many advantages of his Body Tempering had been stripped away, his monstrous Pain Threshold was still intact.
Sword Refining Art—truly terrifying!
"How many bones did I break?" He closed his eyes and sensed the condition of his body.
But he soon discovered that whether it was the broken bones or the lumps raised on his back from the impact, everything was rapidly healing itself!
Fine, Dao Canon, you aren't bad either!
Within this wondrous Secret Realm, the characteristics of both cultivation methods still remained.
At that moment, Han Shuangjiang