"Cold Resistance Level... Cold Resistance Level..."
Xia Hong softly chanted twice, filled with a longing for the Cold Resistance Level, and with a determined look, he threw himself back into his training.
"Without thirty thousand pounds, everything is just empty talk!"
...
Two days later, when the restriction on Xia Hong's outdoor activities was lifted, the camp immediately became lively.
The Craftsmen Workshop was nothing to talk about, the Collection Team and Logging Team people, who had been cooped up for three days, could finally go out, and the moment it got dark they swarmed outside.
Even the Hunting Team, led by Xia Chuan, went out.
The camp's Cold Beast Meat stockpile was already quite sufficient, adding to that the eighty-three rodents and the Teng Jiao hunted by Xia Hong's team earlier, the reserves reached a staggering level.
