Early in the morning, Xia Fan hefted some metal alloy armor and strolled along in the deep and large ancient tomb.
The weather was very cold, reaching -34 degrees. Even the air coming out from his breath was rapidly turning into transparent icy droplets.
However, Xia Fan was only wearing a white short singlet as well as thin, high-strength fiber sweatpants. He wore a pair of standard combat boots, and was unaffected by the cold in the slightest.
The swaddled baby of yesterday was now a hale and hearty youth.
Xia Fei was a bit on the skinny side, but he was muscular. His cheeks were flushed with health and his eyes were still large. With a slight curl of his lips, he looked like he was smiling despite being expressionless. But when he really smiled, it was as refreshing as a spring's breeze.
