The Ice Valley wasn't just cold—the cold could be managed by wearing thicker clothing.
But the climate inside was bizarre: no matter how thick your clothing, the heat in your body would continue to drain away, eventually reducing you to an ice sculpture.
Only fire-proof clothing made from the bark of the Fire Tree could ward off the cold.
Ordinary people would take a detour of 200 extra li; for merchants, time was money, so they often chose the shortcut through the valley.
Beside Song Lin stood an old man, driving a carriage draped in a fiery red linen cloak.
"Thank you, elder." Song Lin thought for a moment, then urged his horse to follow alongside the carriage.
"No need to thank me, it's just a small favor. This was at the behest of a noble person."
The old man tossed over a cloak and laughed, "The noble person is resting inside; let's keep our voices down."
"Alright."
Song Lin smiled oddly and followed the carriage into the valley.
