After the meal, the temperature in the desert dropped drastically by dozens of degrees.
The martial artists who entered Dragon Gate Inn also reduced in numbers.
The wind howled outside. It was cold. More than ten braziers were lit up in the hall, and it was only then that the people inside did not tremble from the cold. Even so, the cold wind that blew in through the gaps of the door still made the people inside tremble involuntarily. They were reluctant to be far apart from the brazier.
Dragon Gate Inn was not huge. It only had dozens of simplistic rooms, and once the Murong Clan and the people from the evil cult occupied all of them, the players had to camp out in the hall.
The people who arrived later were not even offered to stay in the inn, because it was too late, and the rooms had run out since a long time ago. They could only opt for second best and sleep one night on the floor.
Of course, Happy was the exception among the players.
