Tonight, Shen Xin was staying at Camp No. 2.
The conditions were harsh.
After washing up, just as Shen Xin was about to turn in for the night, Doniya ran over.
She was carrying a large, thick sheepskin blanket, saying it would be cold at night and this would keep him warm.
She dropped it off and left, leaving Shen Xin with no choice but to accept.
He had to admit, the grasslands were freezing at night. It was especially true sleeping in this shipping container cabin. Even with the stove lit, it was useless. He could always feel a draft coming from somewhere and wished he could just burrow his head into the thick sheepskin blanket.
The next day, it was a rare sunny day on the grasslands.
First thing in the morning, Lakshen was ready to lead his men out to search for Tianxiong.
Shen Xin stopped him. He pulled out a map and compiled all the tips they'd received from the public notice he'd sent out, studying everything carefully.
