The creak of the door opening snapped Pu Hong out of his boundless reverie. When he saw Lin Jingyu's actions, even his composure couldn't keep a trace of anger from flashing across his face.
But in the end, he let out a deep sigh and entered the little hut first. "Sect Leader Hao, let's go inside."
Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu looked to Hao Shuai, waiting for him to take the lead.
"Let's go in." Hao Shuai gave a slight gesture and followed Pu Hong inside. Behind him, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu took a deep breath and exchanged a glance before striding in after them.
The curtain fell slowly. The door creaked open once more with a desolate sound, then gently shut.
The small courtyard fell quiet again. Faxiang, who had followed them, gazed at the plain, unadorned hut and softly recited a Buddhist prayer. Then he bowed, his expression solemn and grave.
The curtain fell, and the wooden door closed. With no windows, the room was plunged into darkness.
A bone-chilling cold surged in from every direction, as if countless icy needles were piercing their skin.
Even as Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu struggled to circulate the power within them, they could only ease the cold a little. It was still hard to bear.
The little hut on Mount Sumeru was somehow even colder than the bitterly frigid lands of the far north.
Just then, Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu felt a large hand press against their backs. A stream of blazing power flowed into them, spurring the circulation of their own energy. Warmth swept through their bodies in an instant, driving out all the chill.
They hurriedly turned around and saw Hao Shuai nod to them. They understood that their Sect Leader had helped them, and couldn't