"As expected."
Five seconds later, Kay returned. His eyebrows covered by a layer of white frost, slowly melting away.
"So, at night, unless you belong to a race inherently immune to cold, don't go out."
The Seventh Princess raised her index finger and shook it, then pointed towards a corner of a rock not far ahead.
"That's where we'll avoid the night's dangers tonight."
Seven meters to the left front, there was a natural haven formed by three rocks piled together.
"Thank you for your guidance, Princess," Kay said respectfully. After Ying Lin bounced away, he turned and said, "Zheng, we're back."
"Hmm."
A heavy voice answered, as the burly figure carrying a blood-colored giant scythe slowly returned.
When approaching the golden light, the layer of frost turned into ice crystals, but as temperatures rose, these ice crystals began to transform into tiny water vapors, skipping the liquefaction process.
