The warm breath exhaled from the nose and mouth froze into frost, crashing onto the shoes, the warm fire silently extinguished, or perhaps extinguished earlier, without a trace of smoke, the charred coals froze like steel, the walls were three feet thick.
Outside the only narrow and long window in the room, ice spikes grew horizontally along the edges at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Fierce Tiger General, the Ice Marrow of a thousand years is truly a rare treasure, a remarkable find of our Great Snow Mountain, excavated from the Netherworld Well, where countless withered bones froze to death, it can be said to be the best among ice, the extreme of cold, three feet in radius, it can freeze even a 'moment', unmatched under the heavens." The monk in the yellow robe clasped his hands together, as the room was too cold, when he spoke, his nose and mouth no longer emitted visible white vapor.
