When Xie Shiyu awakened, it was already noon the next day.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky, and the entire city seemed shrouded in a furnace as the temperature steadily climbed. Looking down toward the distant harbor from above, one could vaguely make out numerous ships coming and going, as well as ironclad warships whose silver hulls gleamed in the sunlight.
Xie Shiyu woke from the ice bed, feeling an unprecedented chill across her skin.
Ever since she had been afflicted with fire poison, even with the suppression of the ice bed and ice chamber, she had still felt as though she were trapped inside a furnace, unbearably hot from head to toe, as if flames were burning within her body.
This cool sensation now made her feel reborn. It was a comfort that reached her very soul, and she savored it deeply for a moment.
Xie Shiyu struggled on the ice bed for a while. Some of her Soul Power had already recovered, and she barely managed to sit up. Her mind was still muddled, making it difficult for her to remember exactly what had happened before. Yet Shen Hanyu's face, as though that of a heavenly god, remained especially vivid in her memory. Thinking of it now, she felt as if cold air were still passing through her back. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
After adjusting her condition, she took out a white long dress from her Soul Tool. Once she put it on, she discovered in surprise that she had become so much thinner at some point. The dress that had once fit her perfectly now hung somewhat loose on her. Her entire body carried the frailty of someone recovering from a serious illness, yet there was no denying that her beauty remained undiminished, while her