Bi Fang took out a piece of clothing from his backpack, tore it into two halves, and slipped them onto his hands as a makeshift pair of gloves.
"Because I need to dig a hole soon, I have to make some preparations and create a pair of gloves. Otherwise, my hands might freeze. Don't underestimate frostbite. If it persists for a prolonged period, our muscles can die, and then we're looking at amputation."
The audience was startled when they heard "amputation." Just the thought of their fingers being severed was enough to send shivers down their spines.
[Stop it, it's too real, my fingers are starting to hurt.]
[Here we go, the classic Master Fang move.]
[Why do I feel like Master Fang brought a lot of clothes this time?]
[Cotton blend gift to the host, flying ship*1—another fine detail.]
