Outside, snow was falling heavily, while inside, it was as warm as spring.
The firewood in the fireplace was blazing brightly, and the copper kettle on the iron rack was hissing with steam. Nearby, several skewers of rabbit meat were roasted to a perfect crisp on the outside and tender on the inside, emitting a rich fragrance.
Zhang Yuan sat in the armchair in front of the fireplace, the bright firelight illuminating his face, as he exhaled a long, contented breath.
The winter in the Xia Ruins was quite long, but with abundant supplies, the hibernation-like lifestyle was quite comfortable.
During this period, Zhang Yuan intentionally shortened his training time.
Because his martial arts cultivation had hit a bottleneck, and hard practice could no longer bring improvement.
On the contrary, overdoing it would be counterproductive.
Zhang Yuan used the spare time for mundane tasks of daily life.
Shoveling snow, chopping wood, brewing tea, cooking, grilling, reading...
