Late at night, Redwood Ridge.
The cold wind was piercing, the silver-clad landscape pure white.
Countless massive trees, each adorned with long icicles, formed this tranquil and silent icy forest. Aside from the occasional sound of ice breaking from the trees hitting the ground due to the strong wind, there was virtually no other noise to be heard.
Beneath a Golden Frost Tree with a diameter of over seven meters, nine figures were moving about.
A person jumped down from a tree next to the Golden Frost Tree, holding a large saber in hand. He gave a few instructions to the nine people beneath the tree.
The nine people immediately took out several ropes from their bodies, laid them on the ground, and then covered them with snow, each grabbing one end of the rope and hiding behind a nearby tree.
The person holding the saber, seeing everyone was well hidden, looked up and made a hand signal towards a tree to the left of the Golden Frost Tree.
Swoosh...
