Before the sky turned dark, Tom Huggins returned.

He did not return empty-handed. On his shoulder was a prey.

The instant he noticed that, Chen Xiaolian’s eyes lit up. He got up and walked over. Looking through the snow, however, he noticed that there was a rather dark look on Tom Huggins’ face.

“What happened?”

“We’ll talk about it after we go inside,” Tom Huggins gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

His prey was a snow sheep, weighing up to several tens of kilograms. It had long since become frozen and was as hard as iron.

After identifying the prey, a complicated look flashed across Chen Xiaolian’s face.

“You noticed something wrong as well, right?” Tom Huggins shook his head and tossed the snow sheep down beside the fire. Next, he pulled out a blade...