At the mention of that day.
Jie Luo's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He recalled how Feng Shan had abandoned him at Kevik Camp and taken off in his plane.
A massive blizzard had raged for three whole days. The radio was dead, he was trapped in a room with no power or food, and there was a brown bear roaming outside. By the time the rescue team arrived, he was half-starved to death.
In those few days, aside from cursing Feng Shan's name, his life had no other purpose.
He cursed him while sitting, cursed him while lying down, and cursed him in his dreams.
Of course, he couldn't actually say any of this.
Jie Luo quickly composed himself and produced a card with a smile. "I was waiting for you at the entrance. I didn't expect you to come in through the back. This is your invitation card."
Frank's eyes quickly scanned the invitation card.
The face of the card bore the image of a North American wild bull.
It was the Athabasca people's Wild Bull Tribe, just as he'd thought.
