Sunlight shone down upon the Wumeng Mountain Range.
It pierced through the clouds and mist, falling upon the many peaks.
On most of the Outer Sect Seven Peaks, the sunlight seemed gentle.
The only exception was Cloud Mist Peak.
With no mist to block its path, the sunlight fell directly upon it.
This gave those in Cultivation a sense of scorching heat.
The scorching heat did not diminish even as the afternoon wore on.
But Jiang Man, inside his room, felt an inexplicable chill.
The Array wasn't releasing any cold energy, yet the room was so cold it made one want to shiver uncontrollably.
Jiang Man recalled her previous two visits; it hadn't been like this.
'This meant that the power Meng Qiewei now carried was far from weak.'
'If she makes a move, I don't know if Old Huang can handle it.'
"Not even any water?" Meng Qiewei asked, looking at the empty table.
Jiang Man stared at Meng Qiewei's translucent form, mulled it over, and asked, "Can a Fairy even drink?"
