"There's no hurry. The camp is on break today, so you can relax a little." Feng Shan waved his hand with a smile. Looking at the four of them now, he was filled with emotion.
'Manual labor really can change a person.' He recalled how arrogant and domineering these four had been, lording it over him and his people in the heavy snow.
But now, after just a few days of farming, every one of them had become so honest and well-behaved.
The hostility about them had long since vanished.
Just then, Xu Hongxin walked over from the camp with elegant strides, dressed in a uniquely styled fur coat.
The coat's fur was glossy, lending her an air of primitive, wild beauty without sacrificing her dignified presence. She was especially conspicuous in the polar night.
