It was late autumn in the Far North Tundra. A dense haze shrouded the sky, and heavy clouds hung so low it seemed they might release a torrent of ice and snow at any moment.
A few rays of sun occasionally struggled through the clouds, but they failed to bring much warmth, only casting fleeting, cold patches of light upon the snow.
The two men, carrying outdoor packs, walked across the desolate tundra. The footprints they left behind were instantly covered by snowflakes stirred up by the frigid wind.
「Two hours later.」
"Brother Feng, how much farther do we have to go?" Zhang Kai, a hunting rifle slung over his back, shivered uncontrollably in the frigid wind, his teeth chattering together.
Even bundled up in his heavy windbreaker, he couldn't stop the bone-chilling cold from seeping in.
Each time a gust of wind blew past, Zhang Kai couldn't help but duck his head, trying to bury himself deeper inside his coat.
