9 p.m.
The night was not yet too deep.
It was just that the snow was falling too heavily, and there were no more pedestrians in Narrow Rain Lane.
The cultivators living here mostly hid in their narrow rooms to cultivate.
Qiu Zhihe lightly bit her lip, enduring the pain from the turmoil of ice and fire within her body, taking a moment to adjust her breath before finally returning to normal.
Tonight, she dared not be willful anymore, suppressing her cultivation technique every time.
The Profound Ice and Fire Technique was too domineering; if she did not control it well, even she would suffer backlash. If Qin Gengyun truly got seriously injured at his foundation, that would be troublesome.
By comparison, her own brief pain after each session was nothing.
Yes, Qiu Zhihe had decided, in the future, she would suppress her cultivation technique every time.
