Feng Shan shivered uncontrollably, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.
His hands, in particular, had grown numb and stiff, making it difficult to even flex them.
But even so, when a steaming bowl of meat broth was offered to him, he acted on pure instinct, reaching out with trembling hands to take it as quickly as possible.
He eagerly brought the bowl to his lips, tilted his head back slightly, and with a GULP, took a large mouthful.
The warm, rich broth slid down his throat and into his stomach. A wave of heat instantly coursed through his body, dispelling the chill wherever it went.
Feng Shan felt the warmth bring his blood back to life. As sensation slowly returned to his frozen limbs, he let out a long sigh of relief. A hint of color crept back into his deathly pale face, and he looked much more spirited.
