Barbarian land.

A fire was lit in the cave.

The eldest grandson Jingche pretended to be weak and kept shouting coldly.

Nangu Xueqing put all her coats on her eldest grandson Jingche, but he still said he was cold.

He raised his hand and touched his eldest son Jingche's forehead. He no longer had a fever.

Those three arrows didn't hurt his vital parts, and the wounds healed quickly. Why is he so... so weak?

"If you didn't practice martial arts well when you were young, if you had a solid foundation, this little injury wouldn't have made you so uncomfortable." Nan Gu Xueqing hated that iron cannot become steel.

The eldest grandson Jingche kept shivering. "It's so cold."

Nangu Xueqing was a little at a loss.

How can she keep him from being cold...
Chapter completed!