Fang Qingyu, with his bare bronze-toned muscular upper body, held Jiang Wei's small hand.
Like a leisurely walk in a garden, they strolled atop the violent wind and rain and scorched muddy earth at the periphery of the "Abyss".
The cold rain splashed onto his newly grown skin, scattering in tiny droplets, unable to take away a hint of body warmth or leave any marks on the skin covered with delicate dragon scale patterns.
Underfoot, the scorching rocks and slippery mire were like a flat boulevard to Fang Qingyu.
The extreme physical sensation brought by the Nine Tribulations Body, complemented by the strong foundation of a Dragon Fist Grandmaster, allowed Fang Qingyu to disregard this degree of environmental interference.
Jiang Wei wore her little yellow skirt, her steps brisk, her small figure steadily following amidst the storm.
