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A melodious sound reverberated in the room.
An ambiguous atmosphere filled the entire space, and even though the autumn wind blew coldly outside, inside it was as warm as spring.
This time.
Xu Wendong persisted for two hours, making Zhou Xiazhi constantly beg for mercy.
Afterward, although Zhou Xiazhi was utterly exhausted, she felt an indescribable lightness in her body. In contrast, there was a noticeable frost on Xu Wendong's hair and eyelashes.
He had absorbed the cold poison from Zhou Xiazhi's body, and now that cold poison was rampaging inside him, but as a cultivator at the Ninth Peak of Yin-Cultivating Realm,
he was still able to withstand the negative effects brought by the frost.
He sat cross-legged, spending an hour entirely transforming the cold poison into True Qi, then gathering it in his Dantian.
This True Qi was exceptionally pure and dense, even making him sense signs of a breakthrough.
Without thinking much about it,