"The Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Ginseng King grows in volcanoes. Its fire poison is very fierce," Tang Wen said.
"I haven't practiced an ice-attribute cultivation technique. I'm afraid I couldn't withstand it," Chu Xiangluo said, shaking his head.
"The amount isn't large, but you still need an ice-attribute cultivation technique to protect your body. However, I have plenty of ice. You can simply soak in ice liquid when the time comes." Tang Wen stood as he spoke. "Come with me to the half-floor."
"Brother Tang, where did you get so much ice?
"Besides, this half-floor wasn't cold before, but now that I've come in,
"the chill pierces right into the marrow. Even the walls are frozen?" Entering the half-floor again, Chu Xiangluo looked utterly astonished.
"This is called cold air. It's produced by an Iron Horse, not natural ice," Tang Wen said.
"Things from the Western Lands are truly wonderful. Even ice can be made through mechanical arts. Thank you. I'll join Chu Cong, then." Chu Xiangluo cupped his hands, and Tang Wen withdrew.
"Just what realm is this Chu Xiangluo in?" Wen Jinyuan asked when they returned to the Monitoring Room.
"I heard he was already at the great perfection of the Origin-Gathering Realm three years ago. With the Imperial Clan's resources, he should have reached the Thought-Connecting Realm long ago by now. But he suffered a blow afterward. If he never recovered from it, it's hard to say," Tang Wen said after sitting down.
"Chu Cong, I'll attempt my breakthrough first! Stand guard for me. Once I succeed, I'll be more confident of helping you when the time comes," Chu Xiangluo instructed Chu Cong as soon as the door closed.
"Seventh Prince, you go first. I'll keep watch." Chu Cong nodded.
"It looks like he hasn't entered the Origin-Gathering Realm