Chu Feng, Yellow Ox, and the others were in a small town within the Henan region. Every breath they exhaled would release white mist that even turned into ice dregs.
Originally, Chu Feng had wanted to bring them all to the Greatwoods Temple on Mount Song, but the black yak absolutely refused. He didn't want to meet the monkey who had, in the past, beaten him black and blue.
"Has the evil heavens gone mad? Won't he leave any way out for the ordinary people?" the Manchurian Tiger lamented. He was quite resistant to the cold because he originally lived amidst the ice and snow.
But now, even he was starting to feel uncomfortable. One could imagine how the other living beings would feel.
However, they were living quite comfortably at the time. They were cooking hotpot with king level ingredients in this world of ice—the food was piping hot and delicious—add to that a pot of aged wine. It was indeed a happy thing.
