Zhou Chenghang was willing to freeze himself into a fool, but Lin Tian couldn't care less. He sat down next to Qiyi, also crossed his legs, and placed his hands on his knees.
The snow seemed to have gotten heavier. When blown by the cold wind, even if it fell gently, it felt bone-chilling on the skin.
The only thing Lin Tian could do now was to frantically circulate Spiritual Qi to fend off the all-encompassing snow.
But soon, he discovered that the effect of his Spiritual Qi was minimal. The cold still penetrated his bones, as if he were in a massive ice cellar.
"This snow... is peculiar!"
Lin Tian murmured softly and began circulating Spiritual Qi again, only to find it was of little use. Instead, the snow on him kept piling up thicker.
Before long, his head and shoulders felt heavy, with snow accumulating to a thickness of a palm.
"Hoo~"
