In the extreme northern region, the land of eternal cold, the sky was fluttering with thick snow that flooded one’s line of sight.

Several tents were nailed tight to the frozen earth. As strong winds howled all around, the tight tent ropes emitted loud cracking sounds that left one’s scalp tingling.

Not too far away, several people wore thick robes that completely bound up their faces. Only their eyes were revealed. Right now they were doing their best to herd a flock of sheep into a tent.

“Hurry up! The snow is getting worse!” A tall and burly man held two thin sheep in his hands as he trudged forward in the snow and wind. Even though he exhausted all of his strength to speak, his voice didn’t travel too far.

He arrived in front of the curtain and carefully set down the two sheep. They couldn’t allow these sheep to be injured...