First Year of the Great Xia, April 3rd
On the northern slope of the Five Ape Mountain, one peak of the Five Ape Peaks, Xiao Kangcheng and his group of three steadily pushed a wooden cart forward on the snow.
"Why does this cart feel less taxing to push than last month?"
"It seems like the ice layer on the ground has thickened."
Hearing the conversation of the two beside him, Xiao Kangcheng's brows furrowed slightly. He drew his blade, lowered his body, and stabbed it into the ground. After pulling out several pieces of broken ice and observing them, he said solemnly, "It has indeed thickened. Within a few days, the cold wave will officially arrive."
