"Stop!"
Lin Zhiyan, who had been traversing through the bamboo forest for quite some time, suddenly raised her hand, signaling the people behind her to halt.
"What's wrong?" the big-headed monk stepped forward to ask.
He was the senior disciple of this group, with the dharma name Hui Yi.
The rest of them had dharma names that were easy to remember too: Hui Er, Hui San... all the way to Hui Shiba.
Their combat strength aside for the moment, their cold resistance was truly formidable, enough to easily surpass those fashionable girls with bare ankles and short skirts in the dead of winter.
According to wuxia novels, when one's martial arts reach a certain level, they can be impervious to heat and cold. Whether these eighteen people were like that was unknown, but Lin Zhiyan indeed noticed that the cold seemed to have no effect on them.
