Feeling the warmth from Yang Chen's broad shoulders, Zhang Min's heart thudded wildly. She had rarely been this close to a man, because ever since childhood, no man had ever been able to keep pace with her excellence.
She had always walked ahead of others, leaving them with nothing but the sight of her lonely, proud back.
As the saying went, the heights were too cold to bear. Perhaps that was precisely why.
Not even Bai Wuheng had ever earned her submission. In her eyes, Bai Wuheng had merely benefited from his constitution and become Daoist Menghen's disciple.
Without Daoist Menghen, Bai Wuheng was nothing. Even with Daoist Menghen, Bai Wuheng might not necessarily have been more outstanding than her.
Only this man was different.
Now, as she looked at his back, Zhang Min felt an inexplicable sense of security. She was powerless even to truss a chicken, and she had entrusted everything to him.
And Yang Chen was indeed someone worthy of such trust and responsibility. His sturdy body bore the brunt at the front, not allowing even the slightest chill to leak through, using his strength alone to withstand the entire onslaught.
At this moment, Yang Chen slowed down.
The cold winds at this point were already beyond comparison with those below. As they moved higher, the cold winds grew increasingly fierce.
Even Yang Chen felt somewhat strained. He was quite helpless as well. According to his initial estimate, leaving alone would never have been difficult; with his body-refining cultivation, he could have done so easily.
But bringing another person along changed everything.
Yang Chen's brows were tightly furrowed. He concentrated completely, not daring to relax in the slightest.
"Ah!" Yang Chen pressed forward against the odds, low growls spilling from his throat.
The pain brought by the