The wind and snow in the Endless Mountain Range seemed never to cease. Three figures slowly descended the final snowy ridge. Out on the snowfield, the gray-white military camp was already close at hand.
Xiao Cheng walked at the front, showing not the slightest fatigue. He glanced back at the other two. Qiangu Qingfeng was holding up well enough; although his face was white from the cold, he could still grit his teeth and endure. Qiangu Dongfeng was much the same, mechanically dragging his legs forward.
"Are... are we there?" Panting heavily, Qiangu Dongfeng looked toward the camp, his voice as hoarse as scraping sandpaper. "I think I can see the walls... we're really there, right? It's not a mirage, is it?"
"We're here." Xiao Cheng stopped and untied the rope connecting his waist to the other two. "Rest a little first. Don't look so out of breath. If we enter the camp like this, they'll think we're refugees from who knows where."
The Qiangu Brothers were Power Attack System Soul Kings, after all. Their earlier exhaustion had merely come from trekking for so long without rest. Within moments, both had caught their breath, and their complexions improved considerably.
Xiao Cheng stood up and looked toward the camp's main gate. "Let's walk over. Remember, whoever we meet, behave with some dignity. We represent not just ourselves now, but the Spirit Pagoda's reputation too."
Qiangu Dongfeng and Qiangu Qingfeng exchanged a glance, then stood, brushed the snow off themselves, and straightened their clothes.
"Let's go." Xiao Cheng took the lead.
They had barely walked seven or eight paces when Xiao Cheng's steps briefly paused. His gaze swept unobtrusively over a seemingly flat patch of snow ahead.
The four people hiding beneath the snow thought their camouflage was flawless. Yet within the