"Junior sister, this is a small cushion I brought for you. You can sleep with it under your head, otherwise, your neck might feel uncomfortable." A disciple from the Gate of No Return took out a small cushion from a box and handed it to a lightly made-up young girl.

"Thank you, senior brother. The space in the box is limited, and yet you still managed to fit this small cushion for me." The girl took the soft cushion, deeply moved.

Looking around, everyone else was sitting on the cold ground.

In such cold weather, sitting on the ground like this, one's buttocks would stick to the ground after a while.