C52 Pill Qi

Feng Shanquan and his companions were engulfed by chilling gusts, feeling a cold that penetrated to their bones. In less than half the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the icy wind abruptly ceased. Feng Yimo emerged before them, clutching a formation stick, with the disheveled cultivator standing motionless behind him, his face etched with confusion and terror.

"Cousin Yimo, he..