He did not know where this overwhelming chill within Yue Mingxuan originated, but from experience, the only way to resolve it was to transfer the cold into another person's body.
Otherwise, the temperature would continue to drop, until it reached a fatal threshold at which point a person could freeze to death from within.
While holding Yue Mingxuan close, it did not take long before he felt the biting cold seep into himself.
As the chill gradually entered his body, Yue Mingxuan's temperature slowly returned to normal.
Shang Qinghua loosened his embrace and tucked the blanket securely around him again.
He then turned aside and used his internal energy to transform the absorbed cold into moisture and expelling it from his body.
It consumed a great deal of inner strength, but there was no other way.
When he turned back, he studied Yue Mingxuan's sleeping face.
Falling asleep while practicing was not a good sign.
