Fang Hong gently nodded and thanked the other party.
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In the summer, when the wind blew through this Forest, the Forest would respond with a rustling whisper.
But in winter, the leaves had long since fallen, leaving only a barren and unsightly tangle of branches from afar. The North Wind howled past, rustling fiercely, like a wounded beast roaming the wilderness, its lingering howl refusing to fade. Sometimes the sound of the wind and the wolves' procession mingled together, drowning out the long howls, evoking a sense of Solitude.
Yet the flames in the hearth were blazing, the firewood bursting with astonishing heat, sparking through the iron bars, a few sparks bouncing onto the stones. The golden light in the hall set a warm tone, and the sizzling roasted venison on the tray added to it. In this weather, there weren't many willing to go out, so the inn's hall was bustling with Adventurers gathered around tables, discussing major events from the past few weeks.
