Chapter 310 Lanci is undoubtedly the Old Man Under the Moon_1

The pale daylight in the snowy plain spilled through the seams in the sky's clouds, crisscrossing through the snowfall like a casual brushstroke on a winter's day, gifting the chilly world with a hint of subtle warmth.

Quivering snowflakes danced freely in the air, gently falling to alight upon the pure white ground, or had their descent interrupted by the gusts of wind, caught in a ceaseless spiral motion.

Within this snowy scene, two individuals kept affable company with Shaar as they returned to the snowy plain to retrieve his lost luggage.

Shaar led the way, with the two following at a respectful distance behind him.

"Gosh, it's really cold."

Upon setting foot on the snowy wilderness, Lanci couldn't help but exclaim.

"Is this little bit of cold too much for you?"

Sikder looked at him with a slightly mocking expression.

"Why aren't you afraid of the cold? You're also a Fourth Order."

"Gosh, it's really cold." (Cheerfully)