The cold wind howled as the snow fluttered down.
A dozen wanderers were gathered around the fire pit, shivering and worrying about the hunger they might face in the future.
Although they had followed Jiang Xuan's advice to block the wall cracks with ice by pouring water to freeze them after the snow started, the cold still permeated everywhere.
"Open the door, I'm back!"
A rough voice suddenly came from outside.
A wanderer near the door reluctantly left the fire pit, walked over to the door, moved the wooden support, and opened the heavy door.
"Whoosh..."
Once the door was opened, a gust of cold wind rushed into the room, blowing away the little warmth they managed to gather.
The wanderers shivered in discontent, but because the person was the leader, no one dared to say anything.
However, when they saw Jing Jie holding a heavy Unihorn Bird, their eyes lit up instantly.
"Come and see what's this?"
