In the night, Gu Duxing quietly stood in front of the tent. He didn't move for the entire night.
Snow fell heavily, and he was soon turned into a snowman.
However, he seemed to have entered a weird state.
It felt as if he had no sensation of everything around him.
Chu Yang was silently seated seventy or eighty feet in front of him. Chu Yang didn't utter a sound. Very soon, he also turned into a snowman.
Behind him and in the tent, the candle lights were flickering. Mo Tianji was holding a book with one hand. He was silently and peacefully watching.
Ji Mo, Luo Kedi, Dong Wushang, Rui Butong, Tan Tan, Xie Danqiong, Ao Xieyun and the rest were silently seated at different parts in the tents. It was difficult to tell if their eyes were opened. They were all resting up.