Within the fur tent, Han Feiyu took out the pre-made meals from the Jade Gourd Space that the maids had prepared and began to slowly eat.
"I truly miss the comfortable environment of the Sect and the bustling Great Dining Hall."
"When the Grand Master spoke to me about it, I was mentally prepared, but I didn't expect it to be this tough." Han Feiyu said, taking a sip of hot tea. This was his rare respite in this frozen wasteland.
"Instead of uttering useless words here, you should concentrate on resting."
"If you don't speed up the next part of the journey by one-third, you may very well die in this wasteland." said Mechanical Puppet Xiao A.
"I know, but this Ice Cold Poison, without the bear's blood, it's really hard to endure, every step feels like crippling my own legs."
"Xiao A, you said after I break out of this wasteland, will I really be promoted to a Golden Immortal?" Han Feiyu asked again.
