Not long after Yang Yi went outside, Su Na got up too.
She opened her door, and the biting sea wind swept over her whole body. Then... she promptly shut it.
Only ten minutes later did the door open again.
This time, Su Na was fully equipped, wearing a wool sweater and wool pants, a cotton hat, and long-pile lined boots.
Although her Witch's Casual Clothes could keep her warm, they were still far less effective than clothing specifically designed for the cold.
Yang Yi had sharp eyes and quickly noticed the detail-Su Na had clearly grown a size "fatter," so he teased her.
"Is it really that cold? We haven't even entered the Extreme Winter Sea yet."
Su Na ignored him, tacitly admitting that she couldn't stand the cold.
Yang Yi did his morning exercises in the Atrium.
Ever since he had obtained Broken Iron, he had picked up another habit: trying every day to see whether he could lift the greatsword, training his strength in the process.
Yang Yi had also discovered that since using the Appetite Potion, he gained Constitution experience much more efficiently, and his body was showing signs of growing sturdier.
So he needed exercise to make sure he didn't get as round as a ball.
After his morning exercises, Yang Yi came to the Atrium and checked the fish being dried over the fire.
He estimated that they would harden in another day or two.
Ever since discovering how useful Bone Arm was, Yang Yi had become a wicked capitalist, driving Bone Arm to smoke fish and air-dry Eyeball Fruit day and night.
They worked full-time, twenty-four hours a day without breaks. The undead wouldn't complain about being tired, anyway.
Even if they wanted to, they had no mouths.
After his inspection, Yang