C112 Arena

Nan Feng, who was tired from meditating, left the room and stood under the eaves.

It was a snowy night last night, and all the houses and the ground were covered with a layer of snow.

"It's winter of the second year. How is it at home?" Nan Feng muttered softly. He remembered that when he was young, his father and Mother would always bring him a bowl of charcoal in this kind of weather