Beside the campfire, Yun Zhongshu gently placed a piece of sweet potato next to the fire, watching intently as the tongues of flame licked this hard-won food.
The blizzard had not stopped, with the howling wind carrying icy snowlight, sweeping over everything outside the cave. Yun Zhongshu looked up, gazing at the boy seated cross-legged at the cave entrance, a faint surprise in her eyes, but more so a kind of numbness.
It's quite normal...
In such extreme cold weather of minus thirty degrees, the boy was bare-chested, casually exposing himself to the blizzard. Yet, not only did he show no signs of being assaulted by the cold, but his face was also ruddy, as if heat was continuously emanating from his body.
If Yun Zhongshu had just arrived in this era, she would surely be surprised. But after witnessing the boy in front of her tear apart a four-headed Land Dragon with his bare hands, Yun Zhongshu realized she might not have arrived in ancient times.
But rather the barbaric age.
