"All clear!"
"Clean!"
"Safe!"
One by one, small blue birds the size of thumbnails landed on Zheng Qing's shoulder, opening their mouths to convey the reports of Zhang Ji Xin, Dylan, and Blue Bird.
Xiao Xiao sat cross-legged with a crystal ball, nestled within the triangular array formed by Zheng Qing, Jiang Yu, and Xin Fat Man. He was checking the hunting area the team had already cleared to decide if they needed to dispatch the Wandering Hunter for another patrol. However, listening to the suspicious sounds beneath the hood, Zheng Qing suspected he might have accidentally fallen asleep.
In the blink of an eye, three days of the Winter Hunt were nearing an end.
Today was the last day of the Winter Hunt.
The sky had cleared, but the ground was still covered by a thick layer of snow. The crystal ball, reflecting the snow, appeared exceptionally clear and pure, as if every branch, every dry leaf, and every snowflake in the reflected image had been wiped clean.
