Winter had arrived on the grassy plains, and all plants and flowers withered away.
When Sun Mo woke up in the morning, he saw a vast expanse of whiteness on the campus. Everything was covered in a layer of sparkling frost as though the heavens sprinkled salt on everything.
As Sun Mo headed out, he blew a breath of air at his hands.
His breath immediately turned into mist.
However, Sun Mo wasn't feeling cold at all.
This was the good point about cultivators. Because they had powerful physiques, even if the weather was bitterly cold, they wouldn't feel any discomfort.
Upon reaching the Longevity Realm, cultivators wouldn't even need to eat anymore. At that point, they could survive by absorbing the spirit qi of heaven and earth. The little bit of energy contained within food was insignificant to them.
