[Outside the Revolutionary Army Base · Zhaolin Town]
The snow fluttered down ceaselessly.
It seemed that with the increasing disturbances nearby, the snowfall had been relentless, and the weather had grown colder and colder.
The frail clothes could no longer fend off the perpetual snow, so the people of Zhaolin Town had no choice but to give up on hunting in the mountains and rely on their stored grain and firewood to huddle together for warmth in their homes.
The snowy ground was like a white carpet, sparsely dotted with a few footprints. These were left by the few able individuals in Zhaolin Town who still had the strength to go out in the snowstorm. Those without combat power had to endure hunger at home—because venturing outside meant a high risk of being killed by demon beasts.
But in the pure-hearted local community, if able individuals had the extra capacity, they would help families in extreme poverty, reducing the number of people who froze or starved to death.
