With no more hot water being added to the tub, the water temperature plummeted. Cold continually seeped out of Wen Ya's body, and before long, all warmth had left the bathwater. A little later, it actually began to freeze. Qin Yutong could no longer restrain herself. If this continued, Wen Ya would have no way out but death. She started toward the tub, but had taken only one step when Ji Feihua said, "No hurry!"
Qin Yutong asked in bewilderment, "She was struck by the Ice-Soul Asura Palm. If we let this continue, I fear her meridians will suffer permanent damage."
A faint smile touched Ji Feihua's lips. "A pity Mister Ren isn't here. It seems he never taught you the Nine-Turn Resurrection Needles. Otherwise, why would you need to trouble me?"
"My natural aptitude is limited. I couldn't master my teacher's true teachings," Qin Yutong said. Her composure far surpassed that of ordinary people; she maintained a detached serenity at all times.
Ji Feihua chuckled. "Ren Tianqing is such a proud, arrogant man. His disciple must possess outstanding aptitude and extraordinary gifts, or how could she ever catch his discerning eye? The fault isn't yours. He must have kept something back."
Qin Yutong kept her eyes on the tub. A thin layer of ice had already formed over the water.
"Xiaotian, go and see how thick the ice is," Ji Feihua said.
Hu Xiaotian went over as instructed, bent his index finger, and tapped lightly on the surface. The ice cracked at once. "It's very thin," he replied.
"Then wait a little longer," Ji Feihua said carelessly. "Tell me when you can't break it with a tap anymore."
Hu Xiaotian acknowledged the order and looked at Wen Ya again. She seemed to have entered a meditative trance. White frost