Lan Ling pointed to a misty place in the distance under the starlight, which was gleaming with silver light: "That's Hanwu Forest."
"It's already dark. Let's stop here for today and go in tomorrow," Han Jing said, looking around.
Xiao Xue tugged at Han Jing's sleeve: "Mother, but here, there's snow everywhere. Where are we going to sleep?"
Han Jing picked Xiao Xue up and asked, "Are you cold?"
Xiao Xue shook his head: "I'm not cold. Before I came, Grandpa Ghost said it was too cold here and he was afraid I couldn't handle it, so he gave me a little vest to wear, and I've been warm ever since."
Lan Ling poked his head over, full of envy and bitterness: "Little Grandma, that thing's called Flame Armor. It's impervious to blades, bullets, water, and fire, and has very strong defensive capabilities. Attacks below Blue Flame Level can't harm you a bit. The old man really spent a fortune this time, giving you the treasures he's kept hidden away!"
