Bi Fang walked between the trees, took off his gloves, and touched one icy tree after another, with a hundred-meter-high cliff towering behind him—a natural city wall.
Nature was so vast, yet the terrain was exceedingly cruel, no hint of green could be seen on the ground, as it was all concealed under a thick layer of snow.
Standing in the forest located in the Arctic, Bi Fang, as a human, inevitably felt a hint of insignificance.
Looking back, the cliff bore a massive inland ice face forming ice tongues that could break away at any moment during a storm and plummet from the heights, smashing everything to dust.
In Greenland, as far as the eye could see, there lay endless wild lands.