Without the influx of cold air, the room heated up instantly.
However, Mu Rufeng could still see that the Contractors were shivering, apparently frostbitten by the cold.
The cold here was not like the real world, it was bone-chilling, and even the Contractors were struggling to ward it off using Ghost Power.
Meanwhile, the Contractors surveyed the hall and some were staring intently at him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat. You may sit anywhere on either side. It looks like you are caught cold, so I've prepared a bowl of hot soup for you to warm up," said Mu Rufeng as he finished speaking.
Upon Mu Rufeng's words, a steaming bowl of soup appeared in front of each seat at the long table.
Mu Rufeng laid out a fancy tablecloth over the long table, making it convenient for him to conjure any food he wished.
Hearing him, the Contractors glanced at Mu Rufeng and gradually found their seats, but none of them touched or even tasted the soup.
