Subsequent Waves at the Fork in the Road (Middle)

After a period of unconsciousness, Bao Yun finally woke up to find that a thin layer of snow had inexplicably covered the room, leaving her somewhat dazed.

The snow drifted down through a large hole in the roof.

Shielded by the endless black storm, for many native people of the northern wastes snow scenery only appeared in legends. Bao Yun had truly seen it for the first time a few years ago when Lu Qing led her and Wan Quan and the others to travel in the northern lands, and now looking at it, she found it rather familiar and comforting.

Yet soon after, that clear, chilly, and desolate feeling flowed into her heart like an icy snow spring, bubbling continuously.

It was truly cold!

She instinctively wrapped her arms around her knees, curling up on the bed to warm herself with her own body heat.

Snowflakes continued to fall as she watched them quietly, her mind and spirit drifting just like this boundless snow; a gust of wind blew, and they lost all direction.

From now on, she was entirely on her own.

Not until the commotion and shouting from the outer room broke the solitary silence here did she snap out of it like waking from a dream, sensing that the city seemed to be in chaos.

At that very moment, a violent headache struck suddenly, arriving without the slightest warning. She could not help groaning softly, her body trembling slightly, but by this time she could not even produce cold sweat while her body temperature spiked sharply, which was precisely the manifestation of her physique reaching an extreme degree of weakness.

The Channelling Yin Demon, about to take form, was using the crudest method to extract the last shred of vitality from her body as nourishment to