Under the cover of night, Zhuang Yan lit a campfire.
Its warmth finally brought a faint hint of heat to Luo Ji's nearly frozen body.
By the campfire's light, Zhuang Yan took several cans of food from the backpack behind her and tossed them into the fire to heat them.
The campfire crackled, its glow illuminating their faces, but Luo Ji had no mood to admire Zhuang Yan's beauty. After trekking through high-altitude regions for days on end, covering an average of dozens of kilometers each day, he was nearing his limit both mentally and physically.
Ever since escaping the Department of Justice in Area A3, Zhuang Yan had led him away from the cities and into mountain trails.
For ten whole days, they had crossed several great mountains, practically traversing the entire map, before finally reaching this boundless grassland.
It was called a "grassland," but in reality, heavy snow had already fallen in November, covering the vegetation beneath a thick blanket of snow. The distant, undulating Hengduan Mountains were also covered in white, creating a spectacular sight.
"What is this place?" Luo Ji panted heavily, hugging himself as tightly as he could.
Because they had fled in such a hurry, they had barely brought any supplies. The only thick clothing they had was draped over him, while Zhuang Yan was still wearing her Power Armor. Of course, given her physique, she had no need for warmer clothes.
"Two hundred years ago, people called this place Xiping Commandery," Zhuang Yan said.
"Xiping Commandery...?" Luo Ji suddenly understood. Gazing at the mountain range in the distance, he asked, "This is the Qilian Mountains, right?"
"Mm."
Zhuang Yan nodded and continued organizing their supplies.
There was still a long road ahead. She had to plan carefully. Otherwise... she would be fine, but