Only Zhi'er sat cross-legged on the ground, yet her dress didn't touch any of the snow, as if something shielded it, keeping it untouched by the wind and snow.
Her fingers slightly bent in a form Ye Tian didn't understand, then she changed hand seals, and a peculiar force emerged around Zhi'er.
Ye Tian opened his mouth in slight astonishment, but still restrained his urge to ask.
For so many years, Zhi'er's cultivation had remained stagnant at the Golden Core stage, without any progress. Yet Zhi'er seemed completely unconcerned, and so did Uncle Qin.
Moreover, Ye Tian had never truly witnessed Zhi'er's skills; every time he thought he understood this girl well enough.
She would suddenly be shrouded in mysterious mist, leaving one baffled.
After quite a while, beads of sweat appeared on Zhi'er's forehead, and Ye Tian resisted the urge to interrupt her, anxiously waiting by her side.
After a while, Zhi'er finally exhaled and ceased her actions, slightly opening her eyes.
