Seeing this Uncle Cheng venting his anger, True Monarch Bingdie merely shook her head with a light laugh, then sat on a chair in the grand hall, rubbing her palms together to dispel the chill.
At this moment, the Nascent Soul within her body had a pair of ice wings growing from its back, making it appear like an ice butterfly. However, the Nascent Soul looked somewhat withered, with a faint blue icy power between its brows.
Now it clung to the Nascent Soul like maggots to the bone, causing the icy power within her body to become chaotic, leading to the suffering of this cold poison backlash.
"Uncle Cheng, this Tier Three Fire Fur Robe is actually quite warm."
Looking at Uncle Cheng who was still venting, True Monarch Bingdie, with a sickly appearance, softly chuckled as she spoke to comfort him.
Uncle Cheng's face looked grim. Even though he was a Middle Grade Tier Four Alchemist, he was helpless against this kind of infant poison from the same source.
