That Was His Nature

With his intellectual capacity, he had guessed that Zhang Ruoxu did not have much time left. Zhang Ruoxu was merely waiting for him to return so that he could say his last words.

No wonder Zhang Ruoxu only allowed for him to return after he had attained the state of Huandan, as he did not want Shen Lian to be affected by it and hindered his Huandan progress.

An icy gust of air rushed out as Shen Lian pushed open the door to the hall. He shivered from the cold.

He still felt cold, with his state of cultivation. It showed how cold the icy gust of air was.

As he walked into the hall, he saw that a thick layer of ice had formed on the stone couch Zhang Ruoxu used to sit on. Zhang Ruoxu was on it and resting with his eyes closed.

Shen Lian approached the stone couch and knelt down. He kowtowed to Zhang Ruoxu solemnly.