The plane landed in Nain, a small Inuit town at the northernmost point of Newfoundland and Labrador Province, Canada.
As Lin Yu'an stepped out of the cramped cabin, a cold current mixed with the salty sea breeze and glacial air, even fiercer than in Alaska, instantly filled his lungs.
The air was as piercing as shards of glass, invigorating his spirit.
This was the last station of civilization on the way to the Frozen Throne.
The person who came to pick him up was his long-time friend, the executive producer, Mark.
"Lin!" Mark gave him a strong hug, patting him heavily on the back.
"You look even more robust than when you were at Chilco Lake! I've heard you've built a beautiful log cabin in Alaska."
"You too, Mark, it seems you've been working hard in the gyms of Los Angeles," Lin Yu'an replied with a smile, lightly punching his shoulder.
"Let's go, first to the base." Mark led him to a pickup truck belonging to the show crew.
