Chapter 643 Taking a Slot

The placeholder session soon ended.

I changed it back before one-thirty in the morning.

Love you all.

The cold wind cut across the face.

Bi Fang stepped out of the cabin, exhaled a breath of cold mist, and shivered all over.

Suddenly entering the bitter winter from the height of summer, even those with strong physiques felt the bone-chilling cold.

By then, Bi Fang had already donned his storm jacket.

This place wasn't Greenland, but Langyel City in the Svalbard Archipelago.

Located at 78 degrees 13 minutes north latitude and 15 degrees 33 minutes east longitude, it is the northernmost city in the world.

Its approximately 1,800 residents are mostly Norwegian, making it the most populous city at the northern tip of the world.

The town also boasts a newspaper— "Svalbard Post", the world's northernmost post office.

Here, Bi Fang was quite close to the northernmost point of Greenland that he intended to visit, only separated by a stretch of the Greenland Sea.