He quickly filled his backpack, carrying at least several dozen pounds of ice blocks, and trudged back to the shelter.
He poured these crystal-clear ice blocks into the snow pit outside the shelter, turned around immediately without pausing, and headed back to the river again.
He needed to make a few more trips to stock enough water to last through the storm period.
Once Lin Yu'an had stocked up enough ice blocks, he faced increasingly fierce gusts and looked up at his shelter creation.
The walls and foundation were as solid as a rock, which gave him no worry, but his only concern was the roof.
"Although my roof is layered with thick soil and moss, this insulating layer is also its most fragile part."
"A bomb cyclone brings winds strong enough to flip cars, let alone this small earthen roof, and it might even tear the waterproof tarp underneath."
"I must apply the final insurance before the storm reaches its peak."
