Every few days, Wang Liu would come to Su Mo's School, sometimes carrying a jug of wine, sometimes a cut of meat.
He came in haste and left in haste.
Sometimes he left after barely exchanging a few words. His footsteps grew heavier by the day, yet he never failed to visit the School every few days.
Su Mo's divine soul grew ever weaker amid the ice and snow, and with his divine soul weakened, his Divine Body bearing the Giant God Bloodline seemed especially frail.
The wind and snow never stopped, chilling the heart.
That day, Wang Liu came to the School again. This time, his hands were empty.
Wang Liu shook the snow from his clothes and slowly sat beside Su Mo. He looked up at the thick snow outside, his expression blank.
"A few more people... died in town," Wang Liu said heavily.
"What happened?" Su Mo asked.
"The snow crushed a house and buried several families who had gathered inside, old and young alike..."
Su Mo said nothing for a long time. He merely sat in silence.
Wang Liu sat for only a little while before rising to leave. Su Mo called him back:
"Tell those whose houses are unsafe not to stay in them anymore. Have them find an open space in town and pile up snow to make domed Snow Huts. The Snow Huts mustn't be too large! Then bank thick snow around them... those Snow Huts won't collapse. The thicker the snow, the stronger they'll be."
Wang Liu stopped and turned to look at the white-robed, white-haired Su Mo. "How do you know, sir?"
Deep bewilderment appeared in Su Mo's eyes. He did not know why he knew, either; he only felt that this should work. "Build the Snow Huts first. There's no