If an ordinary person saw this, they'd probably think he was already dead.
Outside the house, Bai Miaomiao walked by, shivering uncontrollably.
"So cold... Brother Lu, what kind of cultivation technique are you practicing now?"
Inside the courtyard, thick frost had condensed, the world icy and frozen, like another realm entirely.
As a neighbor, she knew Lu Chenzhou was always practicing some mysterious martial arts.
Kneading energy balls, spitting out date pits... others train in Martial Arts, he cultivates immortality—the styles couldn't be more different.
She glanced at the Dog Ghost laying vigilant in the void at the gate, and, seeing Lu Chenzhou was fine, left at ease.
If the Divine Weapon Master dies, their summoned creatures would die too.
"I wonder if Brother Lu managed to get that Wushui Token."
...
Crack—
Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes.
A weak heartbeat began to revive, powerful undulations trembling through him.
