On the early morning of the next day, on a mountain ridge in the vast snowy wilderness.
The sun pierces through the cold air, adding a touch of warmth to the ridge. An eagle flies past the opposite cliff, letting out a strange cry that breaks the deathly silence of the snowfield. Snow piles up thickly on the ridge where Luo Zheng and Lan Xue are tightly concealed, observing the situation ahead. After a night of forced march, both are exhausted and sleepy, Lan Xue even more so, almost to the point of collapse. They finally reach this ridge and stop to rest.
To Luo Zheng's surprise, there's a military unit stationed at the valley below the ridge, about a platoon in strength, resting in tents with a dozen people patrolling with German Shepherds. Luo Zheng, bold and skilled, doesn't leave—sometimes the most dangerous place is the safest.
