After listening, Wen Xu suddenly said, "This snow seems to strengthen obsessions—or rather... fixations? Paranoia?"
Chen Zui was an easy person to understand. He only possessed intensely powerful emotions toward the blade. As for Wen Xu himself, his Dao was the Dao of Control, and his control over wind had been branded upon his Nascent Soul. Once he discovered that he could no longer control the wind, what would his first reaction be? Strangulation.
"Ah? But I don't feel anything." Bian Chunchou blinked, his face pure and innocent. "I think this snow is pretty ordinary. I don't have any particularly strong urges either."
Could this thing actually be playing favorites?
"Then you're simply mentally deficient." Chen Zui delivered his diagnosis.
Bian Chunchou immediately exploded. "Anyone can say that—except you!"
"Why?!"
"Don't you have any idea why?"
Wen Xu: ...I understand. Playing deaf and dumb to be the head of the household—better think about where to start first.
The snow outside still fell without end. Though it came down in fine, dense flakes and seemed harmless, little by little it piled up on the ground. No matter how little, it was still a burden on Rongyuan City.
Bian Chunchou's point of entry was extremely unconventional—or rather, perfectly normal in his eyes. "I remember Rongyuan City isn't particularly rich in water resources, right? Rainfall has always been scarce here, enough to be called drought. A region's water storage is fixed. With so much snow falling, and none of it melting, is there still enough fresh water in the city?"
Cultivators could go without food or drink, dining on wind and drinking dew, but ordinary mortals could not. With such bitterly cold weather compounded by water shortages, they could boil snow into drinking water—but knowing the snow was problematic, drinking it would be