The night passed without incident.
When Bi Fang woke up the next day, he stopped Big Beard Hu Hao just as he was about to add more wood to the fire, "That's enough, we're about to hit the road."
Hu Hao nodded and extinguished the significantly smaller fire with snow.
Bi Fang looked up at the sky. The wind wasn't cutting like knives anymore, the blizzard had greatly subsided, and the snowflakes scattering in the sky were sparse.
The drone took off, and the live broadcast for the third day began.
[So sleepy, has Master Fang not woken up yet?]
[He should be up soon, it's 8 am already, usually Master Fang starts around this time.]
[My goodness, have you all not slept the entire night?]