C1089 Heavenly Cold Qi

First-Class Pavilion

In the beast-drawn carriage, seating in the first-class pavilion was reserved for those of very noble status. Even wealthy Martial Cultivators couldn't claim a spot here.

Guided by Wu Hee, Xiao Ling made his way to the first-class pavilion. There, on a blanket-covered bed, lay a frail young girl, hugging her chest and shivering like a curled shrimp