“Look...*clack clack*… I see… *clack clack*… something… *clack clack*… ugh, f-forget it… too cold.”
One disciple was trying to point out the outlines of a city through the heavy blizzard, but his teeth were trembling so much he couldn’t bother continuing to speak. He was close to biting his tongue off. And not only that his body was shivering harder than a leaf in the wind.
But he wasn’t the only one suffering from the cold nor was he the only one who saw the city, everyone did.
But as the city got closer, these disciples didn’t know whether to feel joy or sorrow. The further they got the colder it would become, by the time they reach the city and have to get off, wouldn’t they freeze to death?
Thousands of cultivators freezing to death because of bad weather, just how absurd would that sound to the people back home on the Maple Continent?