A night passed without a word.
On the next day, at dawn's break, the darkness was dispelled, and the first ray of sunlight shone from the horizon.
Zhang Xiaohao lazily opened his eyes, stretched leisurely, and walked out of the tent.
"Young master, you're up," Xu Tianxing said with a smile.
"Yes! Why not sleep a little longer? We still have about an hour until eight," Zhang Xiaohao replied with a smile.
"I'm used to it," Xu Tianxing said.
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
With a flip of the right hand, he took from the Shennong Ring the brush and other items for washing up and placed them on the ground.
He walked to a vacant area.
Zhang Xiaohao stomped his right foot on the ground, causing it to crack and reveal a gigantic pit three zhang deep and two meters wide.
"Snow Dance!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted.
Following his word, large snowflakes, as big as a hand, fell from the sky, and under Zhang Xiaohao's control, landed in the gigantic pit.
