"Did you feel it?"
Inside a café, Yan Bingxuan withdrew the finger she had used to take Chen Mobai's pulse. He was shivering, quickly picking up the steaming coffee on the table and downing it in one gulp.
Then he exhaled deeply.
"Is this your Ice Spirit Power?"
Chen Mobai lifted his hand, looking at the veins on his wrist that were faintly turning green. The right arm was still numb with cold. He couldn't help but study the nearly transparent, fair-skinned beauty before him. Was she constantly circulating this Ice Spirit Power within her meridians without feeling cold?
"The 'Frost Condensation Technique', a Spiritual Root enhancement method, will strengthen the meridians."