C30 The History of the Northern Territory

The wind howled through the night, prompting Wu Pingfan to tighten his robe around himself.

"You're cold?" Hua Jiaojiao laughed softly. "I've never seen a cultivator who's afraid of the cold and needs to eat. Oh, that's right, you're not a cultivator. Without food, you'd starve."

Wu Pingfan's brow furrowed. Upon seeing a bag of powder from the north, he recognized it as Lin powder