In the Land of Extreme Cold, half an hour had passed, and groups one and two rotated their night watch.
Amid the swirling snow, Scholar and Coachman were the first to push open their crimson coffin. They had come out a little earlier than planned.
Not far away, Ren Ye hid inside his robe, watching in secret.
"Go on in." The instant Coachman left the coffin, he hunched his neck against the cold.
Guo Caier and Xing Tao nodded, preparing to enter the coffin to warm up.
Just then, Scholar, who was standing beside the coffin, walked straight toward Ren Ye.
Everyone froze at the sight. Though Tang Feng and Li Yan were nearly frozen together, they still pushed their bodies past their limits and raised their heads to watch Scholar.
Watching Scholar walk toward Ren Ye, Coachman grew a little nervous too.
Fuck, this kid wasn't going to do something reckless, was he? Force a fight with No. 5 and drag us into it?
After a moment's thought, Coachman hurried forward a few steps and grabbed Scholar's arm. "What are you doing?"
Whoosh!
Scholar shook his hand off and continued toward Ren Ye.
"Fuck, don't do anything stupid. He's got a fur robe keeping him warm, and he's in good shape. Start something now, and you could get us all killed," Coachman urged quietly. "I don't want to spend another fucking day here. We have to get out!"
Nearby, Ren Ye clenched his fists hard as he watched Scholar approach.
Unexpectedly, Scholar stopped beside an empty patch of ground and suddenly dropped to his knees.
Everyone stared in bewilderment. What did he mean by kneeling?
Even the exceptionally clever Liu Ji Shan, who had just emerged from his coffin, was puzzled by the sight. *Holy shit, I only lay