Careful Doesn't Help—It's Slippery Even in Daylight
"The sky's still dark."
Ji Jue looked up at the dark heavens, still unlit at eight in the morning, and inexplicably felt a touch of oppression.
"The long nights came early this year. It probably won't get light until after eleven." The local host sighed. "In earlier years, there'd at least be a gradual transition. It wasn't this intense.
"These past few winters, the nights have been getting longer and the days shorter. A lot of locals couldn't take it and moved inland, but there aren't many good places there either. The drought around Liang City is getting worse and worse, nothing can grow in Kunwu—not even potatoes. Even Yacheng is getting hotter. I heard last summer lasted six months?"
"A little over five months, but it was definitely hot." Ji Jue nodded. "Winter's warmer than it used to be too."
"The experts say the sun's orbit changed and we entered some kind of minor period or something. We don't understand it anyway," the host said. "Mister Ji, pardon me for asking, but have you prepared enough fuel and warm clothing? Once the long night arrives, the icefields get even colder. Some places dropped to dozens of degrees below zero last year."
"Don't worry. We're well prepared."
Ji Jue waved a hand and smiled. "I was born resistant to cold. A lower temperature is no problem."
Chosen Ones of the Metamorphosis Rank were no longer affected by ordinary temperature-related disasters. Besides, even if Ji Jue ended up naked and stranded on the icefields, he still had the Blessing of Melting Furnace Blood. He himself was a natural heat source—why would he fear such minor changes?
Yet the desolation in the host's words suddenly made him realize that the effects brought about by climate