Mr. Wuliu felt a bit suspicious, his heart filled with confusion. By all rights, Zhang Chen should be utterly exhausted at this moment. Even if not exhausted, he should be listless, right? How is he now glowing with health, as if he has taken a strong tonic?
"Someone, quickly send a message to the Crown Prince, ask if he has sensed any changes," Mr. Wuliu instructed a guard after pondering briefly, then turned his head to glance at the Daoist Temple behind him before getting into the carriage and leaving.
In this severe winter, with the cold weather, he didn't want to wait in the biting wind any longer. Cultivators are not immune to cold or heat; they can still feel cold, they can still feel hot. Only by reaching the Yang God stage of cultivation, where one can manipulate various energies of heaven and earth, can one truly not fear cold or heat.
Three days have passed swiftly.
