The room was filled with a surge of heat, accompanied by waves of dryness that swept in.
Sweat gushed from William Cole.
He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his face: "Although you have kept the Cold Poison at bay using your Internal Power, you couldn't eradicate it."
"In the first year you contracted the Cold Poison, your body showed no significant distress due to your strong Internal Power."
"At the same time, you naively believed that it was just a matter of time before your body would resolve the Cold Poison."
"Had you met me in your first year of contracting the poison, I could easily have helped you dissolve the Cold Poison, but it's become too late."
"In your second year, you clearly felt your Internal Power wane, yet the Cold Poison was relentless, like a maggot in the bone, forcing you to exert even more energy to suppress it."