Ye Feng looked up at the still dark sky and the occasional floating snowflakes, his mood also somewhat heavy.
Overnight, snow had already begun to fall in Yang City, a truly rare occurrence that could be said to happen once in a century for the city.
As for snow in mid-September, that had never happened before.
Ye Feng pulled out his phone and took a look, where the temperature had already dropped to -1 degree Celsius.
First, Ye Feng used his spiritual power to check on his parents' situation, they had already dug out their winter down jackets.
Moreover, Chen Dalong indeed knew how to get things done, using his connections to buy three warm air blowers and send them to his home, ensuring that the indoor temperature remained relatively warm as long as they didn't go outside.
As for the other residents, even without warm air blowers, if they dressed more warmly, this temperature would not be enough to freeze anyone to death.
