In the heavy snow, Jiang Hao felt cold, but this coldness was different from just a drop in temperature.
It was a chill from deep within his body which indicated injuries.
His eyes, body, and primordial spirit were all affected.
Jiang Hao, just regaining his senses, was unsure of the extent of his injuries.
The three words had struck him hard.
His sight, body, and primordial spirit all bore immense pain.
His immortal body's self-healing ability was ineffective, so he could only rely on the Revival of the Withered Tree ability to slowly recover.
This ability could not heal him quickly but could heal him over time. Fortunately, Jiang Hao was not in a hurry.
"Looks like you're seriously injured." Just as Jiang Hao was feeling extremely cold, a voice sounded beside him.
It was Hong Yuye.
"I've made a fool of myself in front of you, Senior," said Jiang Hao as he composed himself.