The howling heavy snow and biting winds blew for a whole day and night. By dusk the next day, there was still no sign of the storm stopping.
Su Ping squatted in front of a heated brick bed connected to a large stove. In this wintry weather, the orange flames radiated a comforting warmth. Beside him, Qian Yi, Yaya, Xiao Qing, and Old Sha sat around the stove, seemingly warming themselves by the fire just like him.
At the same time, several iron skewers were laid out in front of him, each piercing a sweet potato roasting over the stove. They gave off a simple yet mouthwatering aroma and warmth.
Outside the room, the Beastmasters of the Heavenly Tomb Army were still training, making their final preparations for entering tomorrow.
"Are they done yet?" Su Ping asked, a bit impatiently.
"HISS! HISS! HISS!"
