As the old saying goes, there's no place like home.
And it couldn't be truer.
Feng Mountain strolled forward, reveling in the fresh air and quiet polar night of the Crown Territory.
Meanwhile, Fiona peeked her little head out from a warm animal-hide coat, her big eyes wide with curiosity as she took in her surroundings.
'I was just shivering from the cold, so how did it suddenly get so warm? And there's even lush green grass on the ground—it's even prettier than the lawn at school!'
The group arrived at the wooden bridge leading into the camp.
Jenny was standing quietly at the head of the bridge.
She stood like a wife watching for her husband's return, her gaze filled with eager anticipation.
Finally, upon seeing Feng Mountain return safe and sound, a flicker of excitement crossed Jenny's face—an irrepressible joy.
As if her feet had a will of their own, she involuntarily hurried a few steps in his direction.
