Late at night, in a remote corner of the icefield town, several figures gathered and spoke in low voices.
"The Landing Site is heavily guarded. There are layers of checkpoints manned by large numbers of soldiers even around the perimeter. It won't be easy for us to get close."
"It seems impossible to sneak into the Landing Site the way we infiltrated this country."
"Then what do we do? Force our way through the checkpoints?"
"On our own, I'm afraid we don't have enough force."
"If we had a bishop's support, perhaps..."
"The bishops have to guard against retaliation from Suoloma heretics. They bear great responsibility and cannot spare the time. We can only rely on ourselves."
"Perhaps we can make use of the other people in this town."
"That really is a good idea."
After discussing for a while, the figures left.
Soon afterward, someone slowly emerged from the shadows.
Shangyuan Zi stared in the direction they had gone, her gaze cold.
"Bishops, heretics... Are they followers of the Fire Thief Cult?"
After pondering for a moment, she vanished into the darkness.
Early the next morning, before dawn had fully broken, the town was already filled with clamor.
Too many people had entered the town over the past two days, and there were no longer enough houses to accommodate them. However, many had come prepared, bringing high-grade sleeping bags and other warming equipment, so they slept outdoors at night.
But it was now the bitterly cold month of January, and this was an icefield. Temperatures dropped dozens of degrees below zero at night. It was no easy thing for these people to endure it willingly.
The town's only tavern was already packed to the brim. A young woman sat at the bar, loudly shouting about something.
"We've come all