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The six of them had been out of food for two days. The wind roared down from the ridge, slicing through their bones like a knife. Xiaonian huddled in Uncle Jiang's arms, his lips turning purple, his eyelids drooping; no matter how they called to him, he wouldn't open them. Uncle Jiang's own hands were trembling, but he wrapped the child tighter, muttering, "Almost there, almost there." Zhao Beiwang was in the lead scouting the path, when he suddenly stopped and froze in place. "What is it?" Lu Han asked in a low voice. Zhao Beiwang didn't answer, just raised his hand and pointed ahead. Deep in the mountain hollow, behind a curtain of gray-white wind and snow, a massive silver-white structure stood silently. Its surface was as smooth as a mirror, blending almost perfectly with the pervasive ice and snow. Had they not arrived at this exact angle, it would have been impossible to discover. It was enormous, like a giant beast sleeping deep in the snowfield, waiting silently for something.