The night wind carried a bone-piercing chill, sweeping over the smoke and blood above the Wang family residence. Immortal Lady Yuxia clutched her gravely injured, unconscious son as she fled Stonia in disarray under the escort of several trusted subordinates, temporarily hiding in a secluded stronghold deep in the mountains. It was an abandoned ancient Daoist temple, left derelict for years. Among the crumbling walls, a few wing rooms remained relatively intact. Moonlight filtered through the broken window lattices, falling upon her twisted, pale face, making her appear even more sinister. "Mother... it hurts..." The boy Lin'er murmured in his unconsciousness, his small body curled up in pain. Immortal Lady Yuxia carefully laid her son on a decrepit bed cushioned with thick blankets, examining his injuries. Though Bai Qingxue's palm strike hadn't directly taken Lin'er's life, the frost spiritual energy had invaded his meridians, causing severe damage to t...