Although it was not the bitter cold of winter, it was still a drizzling, damp season, and the place they were in now was in the south, where the climate could wield the wind like a bone-scraping steel sabre.
A group of child beggars, barely clothed, their bodies disabled, were shuddering in the biting wind.
Their numb expressions stirred Sun Jiubei's pity.
"Senior Brother, save them," he pleaded.
Without needing Sun Jiubei to say more, Song Yin reacted even faster, waving his hand and Huang Feng swept over these child beggars, soothing their complexions.
The chilling wind that seemed to burrow into their marrow became comfortably warm in that instant.
A child's eyes began to tremble, as if he wanted to yawn, but when his mouth was halfway open, his face twisted with pain, as though he had aggravated some soreness.
"You can't sleep!"
A girl missing both hands shrank her pupils and yelled at him, "Don't sleep, you'll die that way!"
