The streets of Tianji City were deserted.
Heavy snow fell that day, covering everything in silver white. The Saints' corpses on the streets had been snatched up, leaving not even a trace of blood.
With that day's heavy snowfall, aside from the damaged buildings nearby, no one would have known a great battle had taken place there the day before.
At that moment, at the end of the street.
A man and a woman slowly approached.
The man wore a cloak, and the woman held an umbrella for him at his side. The two arrived in front of the Four Seas Restaurant.
Qian Fugui hurried out to greet them.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, you're here."
"Yes. Boss, the weather's rather cold today, just right for hot pot. Bring me a split hot pot," Chu Kuangren said with a faint smile.
"Coming right up."
Qian Fugui replied, but uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
Was Fellow Daoist Chu really cold, or was he pretending?
You could slay Saints so casually, yet you were afraid of this little chill?
Still, he asked no further questions and sent someone to prepare the hot pot.
Chu Kuangren found a seat and sat down. Lan Yu put away the umbrella, then closed the nearby window to keep the wind and snow out.
The diners around them said little.
They watched Chu Kuangren with the same uncertainty.
This man was far too strange.
He was clearly outrageously powerful, yet now he seemed so sensitive to the cold. Did this fellow truly have no cultivation left at all?
Soon, the hot pot arrived.
Looking at the steaming hot pot before him, Chu Kuangren smiled. "Having hot pot in weather like this really is a pleasure."
His lack of cultivation was real, and so was the cold.
But he had