In the snowy valley of Snowfield, a few Wild Wolves prowled cautiously, occasionally glancing back at Luo Zheng and Shadow on the mountainside. Luo Zheng turned off the signal device, his expression serious as he surveyed the surroundings. The valley wasn't large, and the open view from the surrounding slopes made it easy to be exposed if they stayed outside too long. He pulled Shadow into a cave, and they sat on the dry grass. Luo Zheng looked at the pained expression on Shadow's face and asked, "Did you remember something?"
"Some fragmented images that can't be connected, but I can sense that you are trustworthy. Are those prisoners over there really my brothers?" Shadow asked with suspicion.
