In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
In the cavern, near the deep and cold pool.
"Miss Jin, this must be the Cold Pool you mentioned before," Liu Ming said, slightly furrowing his brow.
The cold air here was even more intense than he had anticipated. The faint black mist that lingered above the pool water would be incredibly effective for cultivating ice attribute techniques, providing twice the result with half the effort.
Of course, for ordinary people, this cold air was greatly harmful.