If cold is an abstract word, then Wen Ping could feel that the chill had already raised the hairs on his arm, giving him a whole arm of goosebumps. Besides the cold, Wen Ping also noticed the unusual windows around.
Impenetrable.
No frames were made, just a board set there, as if afraid that even a tiny bit of wind would enter the room.
Cre-eak——
The door opened.
Yang Zongxian opened the door, wearing a thick cotton jacket and greeted everyone. After a warm greeting, Wen Ping glanced at the secret room inside the house, and Yang Zongxian smiled and asked, "Sect Leader Wen, would you like to come in and take a look?"
"What is this?"
"This is the place where the Immortal Clear Wind Robe is made. The world knows that silver silk is good, but little do they know that its material is special, only maintaining malleability in cold conditions. So this is a carefully constructed cold room."
"Thank you for your hard work."
