Pei Ye paused for a moment, then raised his hand again. This was no illusion, he truly took control of this body. The cold wind streamed in through the doorway, causing the hairs on his skin to sway individually.
Pei Ye wrapped his clothes tighter around him, gasping for air as he stepped outside. He didn't know how Yang Yan had adjusted his breathing just now, but at this moment, he could only prop up a semblance of calmness with his True Qi.
As far as his eyes could see, the entire realm of Lake Mountain had turned bleak.
It wasn't the night; it was a still grayness. There were no lights, the leaves didn't rustle, and even the colors had vanished. Just like a painting, they had once again become a lifeless "scene" with no flow of time.
Except for the place where this body stood.
Around a radius of forty to fifty Zhang centered on it, the world came back to life. The remnants of rocks and snow were lit up again, the wind smashing forcefully against his cheeks.