As night fell, the blizzard gradually buried the entire land.
Under the darkening sky, several roaring bonfires burned at the ruins' entrance, bringing what little warmth they could.
Sun Bahu's lower body was buried in the Frozen Soil, twisted into a pretzel.
He stared wistfully at his enemies sitting around the fire, eating barbecued meat and singing songs. His feelings were indescribably complicated.
"How about it, you piece of trash? Feel like having a bite?!" Feng Long walked over with a skewer of grilled meat and happily swallowed a large, glistening chunk from the top.
"Small-minded people become smug the moment they get ahead." Sun Bahu's face twitched. He had painstakingly stockpiled all that meat so he would still have the capital to make a comeback after evacuating, but now it had become someone else's spoils.
What was worse, he had thoroughly offended these people before. There was no room for negotiation between them, and he no longer had any trump card that could turn the tables.
The feeling was so despairing that it left him weak all over.
"I'm small-minded?" The grin on Feng Long's face gradually faded. He viciously bit off another piece of meat, then pulled open his collar while chewing, revealing a patch of charred, scabbed skin on his chest.
"See this? You have to thank yourself for it. I only regret not blowing you up with the rest of the trash back then, instead of letting so many people die for nothing."
"Thirty thousand people at Origin Camp. You secretly sold the food they had painstakingly accumulated and had already planned your escape. Scum like you deserved to die!"
"Bah! Stop pretending to be some saint. Since ancient times, winners became kings and losers became bandits. This time, I lost." Sun Bahu spat lightly. "But