On Forbidden Mountain, Gu Chengshu, braving the howling wind and snow, finally waited for the cultivators on guard duty to change shifts.
Stamping her feet and taking a sip of wine, she lowered her head and ducked into a small tent nearby.
Those with equipment inferior to hers had all moved into temporarily built snow huts; because those shelters held more people, they were actually relatively warmer than her little tent.
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