Switched back before one o'clock.
It was still dark, the earth a uniform grey.
The vast expanse of the ice field was visible in its entirety, showing no signs of life.
A pair of gloved hands suddenly burst out from the ground, sweeping the accumulated snow to one side.
Bi Fang gasped for breath, struggling to push the snow aside, as the overnight blizzard had completely sealed the entrance to the trench, with at least thirty centimeters thick.
Leaning at the exit, Bi Fang took a breath, grabbed the icy sides, and propped himself up, then he began to gather the rope.
The overnight freeze had solidified the rope, and a few drops of water from last night were now encased in several centimeters of ice.
The thickness of the ice was increasing.
After bundling the rope and putting it in his backpack, Bi Fang started the live stream and greeted his audience.