Just two or three minutes later, the strong wind arrived.
It carried a biting chill, blowing across Zong Shen's somewhat weathered face.
It blew his medium-length black hair backward.
Zong Shen stood silently, letting the bone-chilling wind sweep over him.
Dark clouds were tumbling and piling up, undergoing their final brewing.
From the terrace, one could vaguely see outside the blacksmith shop.
The Dwarf Uncle was leading two blacksmith apprentices, installing snow plows on four Burden-Bearer Mechas.
One of them was driven by Doris from the living quarters.
The other three were driven by Marie, who also brought two more using her personal storage grid.
Besides the snow plows, the Dwarf Uncle also hastily made seven or eight sets of anti-slip ground spikes.
He handed them over to Marie as well.
Being too far away, Zong Shen couldn't see the specific models of these anti-slip spikes.
