Creak, creak.
Shao Zifeng, wearing slip-resistant boots, trudged across the boundless ice plain, his body clad in a thick orange-red protective suit; equipped with a hat, a scarf, and goggles, he armored himself to the teeth.
Qiuqiu seemed quite interested in Shao Zifeng like this, constantly reaching out its little paws to grab at the scarf that fluttered before its eyes.
The ice layer here had just suffered the violent charge of an ice-breaking ship, leaving the originally intact vast sea ice with many unseen cracks, covered by a layer of thick snow.
For safety's sake, Shao Zifeng took a large detour to head toward the area behind him that had refrozen.
With no shelter on the ice plain, the cold wind was rampant, and the hot breath Shao Zifeng exhaled frosted his eyebrows white.
