133, A Thirteen-Year-Old Case

Early in the morning, in the Zhao family's bedroom.

"Huh." When Zhao Douan forcefully opened his eyes and abruptly woke up, he couldn't help but shiver and muttered to himself:

"That Xu is too much!"

During last night's meditation, he had followed Great Yu Grand Ancestor into the snowfields and had the misfortune of encountering a storm. Facing the terrifying natural power, Zhao Douan had intended to dig a hole and weather it out.

But without a backward glance, Xu strode forward and plunged into the storm, leaving Zhao Douan with no choice but to grit his teeth and follow, nearly freezing into an ice sculpture.

He had no option but to end his meditation early, taking a "log off" breath to recover.

As a result, he dreamt of freezing throughout the second half of the night.

Rubbing his bleary eyes, Zhao Douan got up from bed, and was relieved to find that for once he hadn't sweated profusely— the ice basin in the room had already melted into water.