lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,The white porcelain teapot he had been holding suddenly vanished, and an identical one appeared in his spatial pouch.,Other things can wait, let's fill our stomachs first.。