Chen Shouyi carried a bow bag and sword case, walking out of the old-style corridor apartment.
Fine snowflakes fell gently, it was already snowing outside. Chen Shouyi restrained the urge to use his innate ability, allowing the snow to fall on him. In just a few steps, a layer of white snow had gathered on his shoulders.
What terrible weather.
The past few days have been getting colder and colder.
He exhaled a long breath of white mist, hung the bow bag and sword case on the bike's handlebars, unlocked it, got on, and hurried back home.
This place was in the suburbs, some thirty to forty kilometers away from his home. If he didn't hurry, it would be dark by the time he got there.
On the way, one could see relief stations set up by the city government from time to time.
