After all, Feng Shan hailed from a distant eastern nation with a completely different climate. Compared to the bitter cold of Alaska, a land of ice and snow frequently struck by extreme cold snaps, they were two different worlds.
He naturally didn't understand just how severe the danger of a cold snap could be.
As for the others present, Natasha's gaze swept slowly across the room, and she understood at once.
A quick scan of the room made it clear: not a single person present was one of the Indigenous People, born and raised on this Tundra.
Their experience in dealing with this kind of extreme weather was a blank slate—next to nothing.
At this thought, the innate queenly aura in Natasha's very bones ignited, erupting forth.
She subconsciously straightened her posture.
Her already tall frame seemed to grow even more statuesque and commanding.
Her stern, imperious gaze swept over every single person in the tavern.
