The two junior disciples followed their leader as he ran outward, but as they ran, they noticed something strange about their Senior Brother.
They realized that their Senior Brother seemed terribly afraid of the snowflakes drifting down from the sky.
"Senior Brother, how... how did you get hurt?"
The leader suddenly turned his head, but the sight of him startled the junior disciple badly.
Both disciples stumbled two steps backward almost simultaneously.
The leader looked at them suspiciously. "What's wrong?"
"S-Senior Brother, don't... don't you feel anything unusual?"
The leader pressed his lips together. "What exactly happened!" Within this space, he truly felt nothing unusual except the cold, but why were these two bastards reacting as though they had seen a ghost?
"Do... do you want to check your meridians?"
Seeing the junior disciples fall silent, the leader grew increasingly agitated. "What exactly happened?" In fact, when the two junior disciples had asked their first question, he had already examined himself internally and found everything perfectly fine. Yet their attitudes clearly suggested otherwise.
It was precisely this that made him increasingly panicked, but at a time like this, the more panicked he became, the more he needed to keep his composure. Otherwise, escaping would be even less possible.
"You... you seem to have been poisoned."
As soon as the junior disciple finished speaking, the leader shoved him aside. He knelt on the ice and looked at his own reflection, giving even himself a terrible fright.
Was that person with the greenish-blue face really him? Not only that, his lips looked dyed, black tinged with purple. Had he... been poisoned?
The leader refused to believe it. He sat down to meditate on the spot and examined himself internally once more, only to find nothing unusual again.
Except that his body was