The snow fell, heavier and heavier; it was as if it wished to drown the earth with its flakes!
A bitter wind accompanied the frosty white flakes, instantly lowering the temperature in the area by many degrees. Even though Bei Feng was holed up in the little cave, he could still feel the cold seeping in steadily. Bei Feng opened his backpack expressionlessly and pulled out a thick down jacket. After putting it on, he felt much better.
"There's no way to travel in this d*mnable weather..."
Bei Feng mumbled as he inserted a sliver of perception into the spatial ring and took out a Buddhist scripture. He lit a small fire in the cave and leaned against the roots and began reading.
The ring was the only thing that was not sealed for this journey. But apart from books, there was nothing else in the spatial ring. There wasn't a shred of food, or any weapon.