They acted separately and freely. Seeing that it was getting late, Tang Rao found a room to sleep peacefully.
Contending with people brings endless trouble, but contending with the heavens brings endless joy.
The Heavenly Dao is easier to fathom than the human heart.
Tang Rao woke up from a nap, took his number card, and went into the snowfield.
"Testing the heavens, what exactly is being tested?"
There were no hints in the snowfield, and he had no time to think further as a snowstorm suddenly struck.
"Changes come quickly, the darn heavens truly have no mercy."
Spit!
Tang Rao could only curse a few times in his heart.
"Help me, help me, I'm almost starving to death, save me."
In the snowstorm, a weak voice came through. Though weak, Tang Rao heard it clearly.
"Help me, help me."
The voice fluctuated, strong at one moment and weak at another. Tang Rao took a few steps and looked intently.
Wasn't that an old lady in shabby clothes?
