Cold!
A bone-chilling cold!
The sun was blazing high in the sky. It should have been warm. With his Qi Blood surging, he should have felt as if he were in a furnace!
Cold?
How could it possibly be cold?
Chu Mu instinctively calmed his Qi Blood and glanced around. The men on Forced Labor were still toiling, Li Jinghong and the man in white still stood not far away, and the Inspectors were still chatting casually in twos and threes.
At a glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Then, Chu Mu's pupils contracted. 'The bone-chilling cold… it's gone?'
Under the sun's rays, there was only warmth.
It was as if the bone-chilling cold he had just felt was merely a hallucination.
"An illusion?"
Chu Mu frowned, uncertain.
Chu Mu looked to Xu Yuan, who was studying intently beside him, and asked with some hesitation, "Did you feel a chill just now?"
"What chill?"
Xu Yuan looked confused, glancing up at the blazing sun. "It's pretty warm, actually."
