"Huimin senior sister, have you felt that it suddenly got colder inside the house?"
In the villa, after Han Yichen took a shower and passed by Zhao Huimin's room, she suddenly shivered with cold.
Zhao Huimin walked out from her room, feeling a cool breeze.
"Indeed, there's a chill, and it seems to be coming from Master's room."
Both women looked towards Ye Tian's room. The temperature here was obviously colder than other places, and the cold air was denser.
Han Yichen was very curious: "What on earth is that big baddie doing? Should we go in and have a look?"
"Forget it, if Master is in a critical moment of his retreat, it would be bad if we disturbed him!" Zhao Huimin stopped Han Yichen.
Inside the room, the chill was even more intense. Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, shirtless, engaged in body refining.
A heavy mist enveloped his body, wrapping him within, making him look like an Immortal coming into being.
"Huff..."
