The wind cut like knives, howling wildly.
Yet, as this freezing wind blew against Shi Potian, he did not feel particularly cold. With his internal energy having reached a state of pure perfection, Shi Potian did not feel cold here at all; on the contrary, he felt the wind blowing against him was rather warm.
The night passed without incident, and Shi Potian entered the room Fengfeng had prepared for him. This room was very simple, with no superfluous decorations—just a bed, a chair, and a small wooden table. On the table was a meal Fengfeng had people bring him. The rice was contained in a small wooden tub, and the dishes were still warm, radiating heat and smelling fragrant.
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