On the raft, Bi Fang, having escaped danger, took down the sail and wrapped it around himself. Then, he pulled out a large heap of charcoal, lit it, and moved closer to warm up.
The warmth spread through his fingertips, and the fish flesh in his stomach was quickly broken down, endlessly providing energy.
This was the third time Bi Fang had gotten wet. Unlike the previous times, he not only had a fire to bake himself but also a large amount of fish meat to utilize. Warming up both inside and out, it was far less uncomfortable than before.
After establishing an early advantage in survival resources, that's just how domineering it was; his ability to resist risks had greatly increased.
Only when the cold had somewhat subsided did Bi Fang begin to perk up a bit.
In a life-or-death situation, it's a great test for both physical and mental strength; the slightest distraction could lead to a separation between life and death.