Xiao Ruofeng's sword strike had shattered the ground, and for these Piggy Dragons, it was nothing short of an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Fang Lingxin, however, couldn't help but speak up.
"Master... How long... how long are you two going to talk?
"It's... so... so cold."
After all, it was the dead of winter. While they were in the water, it hadn't felt so bad. Once they adapted to the initial chill, it had even started to feel warm.
But now that they were on shore, the slightest breeze was enough to chill them to the bone.
Fang Shuwen and Yu Yaoguang, relying on their profound Inner Strength, felt fine, but Fang Lingxin and Shui Qianrou were on the verge of freezing to death.
"The shore is dangerous. Let's get inside before we do anything else."
Fang Shuwen didn't have the luxury of surveying their surroundings and quickly picked Fang Lingxin up in his arms.
