The wind howled and whistled through the cracks in the window, bringing with it a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the very core. The floor beneath was frigid, offering no respite from the biting air.,Du Fei raised his hand, using the dim light to survey the room.,I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.。