Huikong's body trembled slightly.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Murong Xue, not far away.
Her breathing was growing weaker and weaker.
Maybe... Lin Feng was right. She was going to die anyway, so why not... let himself have what he wanted?
The thought was like an Inner Demon, taking root and spreading wildly through his heart.
Murong Xue was suffering the most.
She was trapped in a world of ice and snow. Everything around her was frozen solid, and the cold pierced her to the bone—hundreds of times colder than when the Xuanming Cold Poison flared up inside her.
Her consciousness drifted between lucidity and confusion.
She felt as though even her blood was about to freeze.
"Give up..." a gentle female voice whispered in her ear, sounding like her mother. "Go to sleep. Once you fall asleep, it won't hurt anymore."
Give up?
No!
Murong Xue used every ounce of strength she had to bite the tip of her tongue. The sharp pain brought her back to her senses for a moment.
She couldn't die! If she did, who would avenge the more than three hundred members of the Murong family?
Three years ago, her entire family had been slaughtered by their enemies. She alone had escaped by sheer luck, but she had also been afflicted with the Xuanming Cold Poison. For the past three years, she had endured unimaginable torment, barely clinging to life. Her only reason to keep going was to survive, then take revenge!
The snow lotus on Snow Lotus Peak was the only thing she had heard of that could suppress the cold poison.
"Your enemy is the Seven Absolute Sect, isn't it?"
The gentle female voice was replaced by the old, cold voice of the "gatekeeper."
Murong Xue was horrified.