In early winter, the weather is truly something to both love and hate. It brings a warm, wonderfully cozy sunlight that makes one feel immensely comfortable when it shines upon the body, yet it also carries a biting, bone-chilling wind that freezes hands and feet, making people cross their arms and pull their necks into their collars.
Fifteen days had already passed since Ling Yu and Mu Qingxue defended against the beast horde in Ming City. Since they had no plans to stay there long-term, the two wooden houses destroyed by the beast horde were not repaired. Instead, using some relatively intact wooden sticks from the ruins, they hastily built a simple, drafty makeshift wooden house three meters long and two meters wide. Fortunately, the two of them were already wearing thick cotton-padded clothes, and coupled with the robust physiques of cultivators, the cold wind could not do them any real harm—it was merely a bit chilly.
Not far outside the crude wooden house, the bright sun hung high in the sky. A ball of cyan flame was burning fiercely, and amidst the spitting tongues of fire, waves of appetizing aroma wafted out, causing Mu Qingxue to swallow her saliva time and time again. Zhanyou was even more outrageous, with drool literally dripping down from the corner of its mouth to the ground as it stared at the fire with the fierce intensity of a tiger eyeing its prey.
Chapter 71