“操！这天儿真是够绝的。”夜寒跺了跺脚，冻得通红的手指在冰冷的石头上搓了搓，呼出的白气刚冒出来就被寒风刮散了。他背上的行囊沉得像块石头，里面的物资不多不少，刚好够撑过今晚。至于那本残缺的《凝元诀》，还压在贴身的包袱里，得找个地方仔细看看。

夜寒往东边走了走，这片山脉的东麓比西边要开阔些，虽然依旧风大，但少了几分峭壁的险峻。他在一块半埋在雪里的怪石后面坐了下来，拨了拨怀里的炭火，火苗重新旺了几分。

“这鬼天气，连个兔子都见不到，连晚饭都在愁。”他啃了口干硬的干粮，眉头皱得能夹死苍蝇。“要不是当初硬着头皮追着那老头跑，现在恐怕还在凡人堆里当个猎人，哪能落到今天这个地步。”

Mentioning the "old man" who had given him the incomplete 《Ning Yuan Jue》, night cold's eyes flickered with a hint of gratitude. He hadn't seen him for nearly a year, but the old man's words were still etched in his mind: "Alone, you can become strong. In solitude, you find the way." At that time, night cold didn't understand what it meant. Only through countless hardships did he slowly understand the truth in these words.

The wind howled outside, as if mocking his current situation. Night cold didn't care. He closed his eyes, breathing slowly, letting the fire warm his body. He could feel his meridians slowly recovering, the power of the heavens and earth still lingering in the air outside. This was the opportunity.