The night deepened, and the evening wind grew colder.
As snowflakes started drifting from the sky, the people gathered around the fire hastily sped up their eating pace. In a matter of moments, they finished the remaining pumpkin soup, returned their spoons and bowls, and hurried back to the snow-blocking, windproof shelters.
With the extinguishing of the bonfire in the clearing, the wisps of cooking smoke drifting above Beifeng City gradually vanished.
Having worked all day, the people carried their hopes for tomorrow and fell into slumber amidst the rise and fall of snores.
A stark contrast to those deep in sleep were the skeleton soldiers in the Great Graveyard, who had no inclination for rest.
Not only that.
As natural "Night Cats," they became even more spirited at night, showing not the slightest interest in even pausing for a moment's rest.
