The grassland after the snow was dyed white.
Patches of melted snow layers revealed the withered yellow wild grass below; the thin ice froze at night and melted in the morning.
After nighttime, it was extremely cold here, yet the day carried an indescribable dampness.
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Maybe it was good luck, there was no wind this morning, and the sunlight was particularly bright, making it a rare good weather day.
Carrying a vine basket filled with rock salt, leading the Three-headed Saw-toothed Tiger across the river, just before leaving, Chen Zhou glanced back at the ridge.
As he predicted, Bi Kai had not awakened and did not appear on the ridge.
Imagining how someone who thought they'd definitely die would react upon waking to find their body healed, even their severed limb intact, Chen Zhou walked into the depths of the grasslands.
The morning was a rare time for foraging, especially in such warm weather.
A not particularly large herd of Mammoths appeared in the distance.
