Two days later at dusk, in the dense forest on the hillside near the Snow Bear Base Camp.
The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the western sky red with streams of evening clouds scattering, turning the vast snowfield into a golden-red hue. The ground's snowflakes reflected the sunlight, forming a blinding light which, if stared at for long, would cause blindness. The surroundings were silent as ever, as if devoid of life, and there was no sign of any greenery.
Luo Zheng and Lan Xue were immersed in this environment, feeling as though they were in a closed ice and snow world. The cold air filled their bodies, sapping their warmth; this icy feeling reminded them they were still alive in the real world. Two days ago, after traveling all the way, they found no place to hide, so they simply made snowboards and skied all the way towards the Snow Bear Base Camp.
