Qin Tian sat in the cockpit of the flying device, flipping through the Ice Extreme Pass files. The more he read, the more he couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows, finally unable to resist complaining in his heart:
"What kind of Guardian Envoy is this, how is it different from a village chief?"
The title of Guardian Envoy sounds impressive, but the actual situation is unbearable.
The entire Ice Extreme Pass, including the garrison, administrative personnel, and a few pioneer settlers, has a total population of less than ten thousand; the residential area consists of temporary barracks, with no decent settlements, and coupled with the perpetual ice and snow of Mingwang Planet, all one can see is a vast expanse of white, harsher than the most remote villages.
