Just half an hour after Yves left.
The roar of an engine echoed over the empty riverbank.
The hearts of everyone waiting in the camp leaped. They all raised their heads, looking nervously in the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, the wind howled and the snow swirled.
Several beams of light suddenly pierced the darkness, looking exceptionally bright in the vast, snowy expanse.
The next moment, a red snowmobile burst through the blizzard and into everyone's view.
And the rider was none other than the cornerstone of the Crown Territory.
The moment they saw Feng Mountain, everyone was overcome with an indescribable joy and excitement.
They cheered and shouted, waving their arms as if welcoming a triumphant hero.
The wind still blew and the snow still fell, but in that moment, the camp was filled with hope.
Feng Mountain stopped the snowmobile and took off his hood and windproof face mask, his face flushed red from the cold.
