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One could not say whether it was due to the climate of Peng Yue Mountain or the cold aura of Cold Moon Pond, but once the heavy snow began, it never stopped.
Intermittently falling every day, the snow was not heavy, yet it persistently blanketed Peng Yue Mountain in white.
There was also the howling bone-piercing cold wind, so chilly that even splashed water would freeze instantly.
Chen Mu was wrapped in a gray animal skin cloak, with his head and face covered by a scarf.
He had a strong physique, capable of withstanding the biting cold. But enduring did not mean comfort, otherwise, he wouldn't have bothered with a water-heating stove.
It was for this reason that trails of smoke rose from the burning of firewood for warmth on Peng Yue Mountain.
