Luo Fan opened his eyes and felt a small figure curled up in his arms. He knew who it was without even looking. Smiling faintly, he gently patted An Xiaoran's back, then closed his eyes again and continued absorbing the Rule-Type weird crystal held in one hand.
The night passed without incident, and he slept until the sun was high in the sky.
When Luo Fan opened the door and stepped out, surprise appeared on his face. The world outside had turned pure white.
"It snowed. Did it snow all night?" Looking at the world blanketed in white, Luo Fan felt much more at peace.
Standing beside Luo Fan, An Xiaoran also quietly gazed at the pristine white world before her.
The other survivors were filling containers with snow. This was far more convenient than collecting rainwater when it rained.
"Everyone, we'll set off again in an hour," Uncle Li called out to the members of the Hope Convoy.
Although they did not have to worry about attacks from Weird during the day, staying in one place for too long still carried a chance of an attack by Fierce Beasts.
If they encountered a powerful Fierce Beast, it would pose no less of a threat than Weird, so staying on the move was relatively safer.
Unless Zhao Chunfeng recovered his Divination ability and confirmed that they could stay for an extended period, that was.
No one objected, and they each prepared food. They were about to travel, and replenishing their strength was particularly essential for the survivors on foot.
At Zhao Chunfeng's invitation, Luo Fan and the others sat together and cooked a large pot of noodles with leafy greens and shredded meat. Everyone had a large bowl, and drinking the hot noodle broth left them feeling warm all over.