Two planes, marked with the letters ABI, were speeding toward Noiksoth Village.
But none of this had anything to do with Feng Shan anymore.
He was sitting in a warm wooden cabin, drinking strong liquor, eating tender roasted reindeer meat, and listening to the Ijiku Village Chief recount the past glories of the Noiksoot Tribe.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE!!
The roaring of propellers suddenly appeared over the village without warning, the immense sound casting a tense shadow over the small village that had just begun to feel a sense of warmth.
Startled by the noise, the Ijiku Village Chief quickly put down his cup, ready to get up and check on the situation, but Feng Shan pulled him back the next moment.
"Chief, it's best you don't go out. We can't handle what's coming next." Feng Shan's expression was grave, and his words carried a hidden meaning.
"Is it serious?" The Ijiku Village Chief was taken aback by Feng Shan's words. He slowly sat back down, his expression turning cautious.
