Seashore Airport.
Samantha Tate looped her arm through Carson Flores's as they walked out of the airport, only for a cold wind to hit them, making her shrink into herself a bit.
"It's so cold in Seashore!"
Lydia Howell chuckled, "The temperature difference between the north and south is quite big. It's much colder here compared to Seashore."
Carson Flores glanced at Samantha Tate, who was wearing a trench coat and skirt, and laughed, "It's already October, Seashore is almost in winter. You're wearing so little, aren't you asking to freeze?"
Samantha Tate pouted, "Aren't you wearing just as little as me?"
Carson Flores smiled, "I'm a Cultivator, a Great Grandmaster. My body is robust. Even in the harsh winter, I could wear this much and it wouldn't be a problem. You shouldn't compare yourself to me."
Samantha Tate sighed, "Cultivators really are amazing at everything, they're even better at resisting the cold."