A sleek, invisible shuttle machine descended upon the ceasefire zone between North and South, like a white bird.
The area was under strict martial law, and it hovered in the air for a moment before finding a suitable landing spot, settling atop a hill. Nearby dense snow-covered cedar trees served as perfect natural cover.
The snow fell endlessly as Xu Yang and the others disembarked from the shuttle machine.
Standing on the snow-covered grass, he gazed at the surroundings. Though the ceasefire line was not explicitly marked, a single glance was enough to distinguish the territories of the North and South.
