The cold wind sweeps by, Zhou Leng shivers slightly, an indescribable chill pierces into his bones.
The sensation is markedly different.
Zhou Leng retracts his hand, the surface of his skin remains unchanged.
"Marvelous..." Jade Wings witnesses firsthand that the master puppet, once it enters, is immediately covered in a thin layer of ice, which rapidly thickens, freezing it solid.
A deeper smile appears on Frosty Hand's face.
Zhou Leng takes out a magic potion and drinks it down in one gulp.
A faint coolness arises within his body.
This coolness spreads to his skin, forming a white protective layer on its surface.
Zhou Leng takes a deep breath, retrieves a thick leather coat from the Magic Spirit Bag, puts it on, and steps into the palace.
An excruciating chill assaults him, the feeling akin to being naked at forty below zero in winter.
Instantly, his whole body is frozen through.
The leather coat is utterly ineffective.
