"This little girl is frozen unconscious!"
Ye Feng's eyes moved, and he reached out to touch Shen Liliuo's neck, feeling a faint pulse before he breathed a sigh of relief.
However, what puzzled him was that Shen Liliuo, being an Ancient Martial Artist, should not have fainted from the cold despite being injured and drenched in snow.
When Ye Feng pinched the cuff of Shen Liliuo's sleeve, he shook his head with a wry smile repeatedly.
Shen Liliuo was wearing a down jacket, which might look light and pretty, but it was useless in the extremely low temperatures of White Mountain. The cold wind would whistle right through the collar and pour into the body.
Especially since Ye Feng had deliberately moved toward a darker and colder spot with heavier snowfall to avoid Chai Fei, making it difficult for Shen Liliuo to stay conscious when assaulted by the chill of the ice and snow.
This confirmed for Ye Feng that Shen Liliuo had absolutely no wilderness survival skills.