"Alright, alright!"
The brothers standing by the pot couldn't wait to start eating.
After Shang Yanting stepped aside, everyone rushed forward.
The entire ground at Qingshuang Peak was filled with the sounds of slurping soup and eating rice.
Piping hot soup went down their bellies, dispelling the cold within. It was fragrant and warm, making them sweat all over—so comfortable!
The disciples of Qingshuang Peak all wore expressions of happiness on their faces.
While they were warming by the fire and drinking soup on this side, the people from Shengyang Peak were still shivering with cold on the other side.
Each of them prided themselves on being a genius disciple, noble without needing help, yet couldn't help glancing over at Qingshuang Peak, with sounds of swallowing saliva echoing all around.
They couldn't take it anymore!
Someone stood up and shamelessly went over; it was Zhu Hongxiu.
