“Sigh, it is a cold day. I need to warm up.” Li Qiye seemed to be lamenting the situation. He rubbed his palms together before using fire tongs to pick up a piece of charcoal from the brazier.

The moment it was taken out, the embers dissipated.

“Are you cold, little girl?” He asked A’zhui.

Though A’zhui was a dao lord’s daughter, she couldn’t do anything in this perilous moment. She was too weak compared to the en...