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In the Blackmarsh Wilderness, in a mountain to the east.

The leader of the Wildfire bandits, Gao Yuan, was huddled in a room with a stove, tightly wrapped in a fur coat. As he stoked the fire, he flipped the sweet potatoes on the coal.

"This f*cking winter!" He shook his legs and expressed his strong displeasure with the weather.

With the resources he had, he could actually enjoy the treatment of having the air conditioner blow warm air at him. However, he felt that it wouldn't be as comfortable as a coal stove while on the mountain.

The cold wind that seeped into the room jolted Gao Yuan into an abnormally energized state. He couldn't help but recall his experience at a large faction city a few years ago. The upper-class people lived in places where their winter was as warm as early summer. They only needed to wear thin clothing.