"I don't know about the future, but at least I know you're not dead yet. We've arrived at the destination," said Mu Ningxue to Yan Lan.
"D-don't lie to me," Yan Lan said feebly.
One had to feed on illusions to persevere. If they had strong willpower, they could unleash their potential and keep trying.
If they decided to give up in the middle of hardship, especially in such a cold, freezing environment, they would sleep there for eternity.
However, not everyone could go through such hardships. Yan Lan felt as if her head had been pierced by ice blades, and strong wind gushed out from the holes. She felt so much pain that she felt as though she was going crazy.
Her teeth, face, and neck were numb, let alone her limbs. The bone-chilling coldness continued to spread throughout her body and torture her.