The Cold Winter Rain of April in the wasteland fell for five days straight.
Mixed with the thin mist, the raindrops were as bone-chilling as needle tips. Striking the body, they seemed capable of tearing the skin apart.
Especially the drops that trickled down the back of the neck. They seemed intent on sucking away all the body's warmth, then freezing the soul along with it.
Fortunately, Tian Yuan Territory had long since prepared the necessary cold-weather measures.
Whether it was the heating channels inspected and maintained every day, the two brand-new sets of warm Cotton Clothes provided to each person for rotation, or the free cold-repelling soup stands set up at the entrance of every village—
With all these measures working together, they had prevented the drop in temperature from triggering a widespread outbreak of chills and illness.
However, in other parts of the New Continent, the sudden drop in temperature had a far more serious impact.
Territories with several thousand or tens of thousands of people were still fine. Their lords held absolute authority, and ordering everyone to stay indoors for a while would not affect their development.
But territories with hundreds of thousands or millions of people could not do the same so easily. Their enormous populations inherently made even simple orders difficult to carry out. Many lords were already growing worried, afraid that the cold would lead to the widespread spread of epidemics.
"It's terribly cold today. I wonder how things are elsewhere."
At the cold-repelling soup stall in Outpost Base, Fan Fuzheng put down his bowl and looked worriedly toward the horizon.
From the panic and helplessness of five days ago, to gradual acceptance, and finally to becoming part of it all—
In these villages and towns that had already reclaimed civilization, the things he