"Pfft! Pfft!"
"What kind of lousy wine is this?!"
A Yu wiped her mouth and gulped down hot water.
As she coughed repeatedly, Wang Shan walked over to his daughter in concern and shot Li Ping'an a reproachful glance.
Martial Warriors who had yet to reach a certain realm were not allowed to drink alcohol.
That was why Wang Shan had never let his daughter drink since she was little, so he merely took this as a normal reaction to her first taste of alcohol and paid it little mind.
"Cough, cough, cough."
A Yu sucked in a sharp breath. "This wine tastes awful."
"Drink more water," Wang Shan said. "Let's see if you dare go drinking other people's things so recklessly again."
"He gave it to me." A Yu felt rather wronged.
The sky gradually darkened.
The cold night wind roared like a giant dragon, unleashing its frenzied strength on everything within reach.
Two campfires gave off heat inside the temple, their light casting a rather frightening glow over the Buddhist statues.
Yun Shu sat in a corner with her eyes closed, resting her mind and cultivating through visualization.
Old Ox and Run Tu leaned against each other, one snoring and the other talking in his sleep.
Wang Shan practiced Stance Walking and boxing in an open space.
An occasional gust of cold wind swept past his clothes, making their hems snap and flutter.
"Huff, huff~"
A Yu curled up, shivering.
She seemed trapped in a nightmare, her head drenched in sweat and her skin flushed red, looking as though she were in a sauna.
Yet she also seemed terribly cold, making it impossible for the moment to tell whether she was cold or hot.
Wang Shan noticed something wrong with his daughter then, too.
"Daughter! Daughter..."
He called