A blizzard filled the sky, countless goose-feather snowflakes fluttering down.
In the somewhat dim light, they cast shadows on the ground that swiftly vanished.
Looking into the distance, the snowy night felt deeply oppressive.
Some savage beast or raging flood seemed to lurk in the darkness.
The biting wind swept past like a monster's breath, making goose bumps rise involuntarily.
But this little bit of cold meant nothing to Liu Yu's current physique.
His body was like a furnace, constantly radiating astonishing heat, enough to melt snowflakes three feet away.
Yet under the Spirit-Concealing Art and his powerful control, all the heat released by his surging vitality remained locked within his body, betraying not the slightest unusual sign.
Rustle, rustle.
Liu Yu brushed the snow from his shoulders, feeling its cool touch, and focused his gaze on the study a dozen or so zhang away.
The study was small, occupying only the area of two basketball courts. Its architecture had an antique elegance, understated and restrained.
At a glance, there were even traces of decay in its corners, making it look quite old.
Despite its age, however, every detail was kept exceedingly neat. Clearly, its owner tended to it frequently.
Cultivators occasionally passed through the study's entrance, arriving in twos and threes to read and while away the time.
There were places like the Tea-Tasting House where they could enjoy physical pleasure and pass some time.
But fleeting bodily pleasure could never fill the emptiness of the spirit.
Once the body's instinctive needs had been vented, an even greater spiritual emptiness swept in like a storm, utterly unstoppable.
At such times, they needed something to fill that inner void, and reading was clearly a good choice.
As Changnan City's only study, the Jiren Study had always been one of the