Within the thousand-foot underground tunnel, frost had already formed, and it was extremely cold. Even with Chu Zheng's current cultivation, he needed to circulate his Yuan Qi or allow the beast fire within him to flow to prevent his body from freezing stiff.
After the cold wave had completely arrived, Lie's health deteriorated further; he seldom went out and only moved around inside the hall. Lie pulled several robust youths to dig out another fire pit beneath the great hall and set up a place for ore refining, making the area around the great hall warm as spring.
Despite these efforts, it was difficult to retain the witch's fading life force.
The weight of the words "No way to turn back the heavens" was already enough to explain everything.
Hum—
Lie pushed open the stone door and stepped into the room, his expression somewhat solemn:
"Zheng Chu, the witch has passed away, come with me to send her off."