East Courtyard.
Pushing open the room door.
What caught his eye was a swath of white.
The cold wind howled, and heavy snow fluttered about, already accumulating a ten-centimeter thick layer in the courtyard.
The sky, too, was shrouded in gray, with only a dim light from the dawn.
The temperature had dropped about ten degrees compared to yesterday.
He estimated that the current temperature was around minus fifteen to minus twenty degrees Celsius.
This kind of temperature, although not quite like his previous life's northern regions, was not much to sneeze at.
In his previous life, an era with highly developed productivity, such extreme weather wouldn't have been much of an issue.
After all, even the poorest of the poor rarely lacked clothing, food, or shelter.
Most people still had the means to survive, so usually, no one would freeze to death due to harsh environments.
But this era was different.
