Night had fallen, and the curtain of darkness descended upon the land. A crescent moon hung in the sky, and a few stars lazily opened their eyes, silently observing the frozen highland snow mountains. A gentle breeze swept by, lifting a few snowflakes into the air, letting them drift away; the silence around was deathly, devoid of any signs of life—not even a flying bird or a blade of grass could be seen.
After the avalanche, many valleys had been filled in, and the surrounding mountainous terrain seemed to have changed its appearance overnight. Some places now exposed the original face of the mountains. On a mountain peak, five lumps of snow suddenly began to move, slowly joining together; it was Luo Zheng and his group. To avoid satellite surveillance from above, they had been hiding here for most of the day, motionless, not even daring to make phone calls for fear of being detected by Arctic Bear.
