In this oasis, there were unexpectedly giant makeshift houses, but it was unknown who built them.
Inside these houses, the lights were bright.
After being frozen for a long journey, everyone quickened their pace upon seeing these houses and hurried inside.
Cao Zhen randomly picked a house and slipped in.
As soon as he entered the room, a wave of warmth enveloped him.
This was a very simple house, looking somewhat like those dilapidated temples, but different in that there were tables and chairs here, likely brought by some cultivators.
On many of these tables, food scraps were visible.
At the center of the house was a massive stove, beside which a cultivator continuously tossed firewood into it.
Meanwhile, there were several cultivators grilling skewered meat over the flames, turning them constantly with a delicious aroma wafting through the air.
"You, throw the torches out!"
"Hurry up, throw all the torches and firewood out, you want to choke us to death?"
