Lan Ling pointed to a misty place in the distance under the starlight, which was gleaming with silver light: "That’s Hanwu Forest."

"It’s already dark. Let’s stop here for today and go in tomorrow," Han Jing said, looking around.

Xiao Xue tugged at Han Jing’s sleeve: "Mother, but here, there’s snow everywhere. Where are we going to sleep?"

Han Jing picked Xiao Xue up and asked, "Are you cold?"

Xiao Xue shook his head: "I’m not cold. Before I came, Grandpa Ghost said it was too cold here and he was afraid I couldn’t handle it, so he gave me a little vest to wear, and I’ve been warm ever since." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Lan Ling poked his head over, full of envy and bitterness: "Little Grandma, that thing’s called Flame Armor. It’s impervious to blades, bullets, water, and fire, and has very strong defensive capabilities. Attacks below Blue Flame Level can’t harm you a bit. The old man really spent a fortune this time, giving you the treasures he’s kept hidden away!"

Then he said to Han Jing: "See, Little Jing zi, you and I aren’t favored. All the treasures were snatched away by Little Grandma."

Xiao Xue said smugly: "Uncle Lanling, your jealousy is useless because you’re not as cute as I am!"

Lan Ling reached out to tickle her: "What are you saying, what are you saying!"

Xiao Xue dodged while giggling, twisting her body like a pretzel.

Han Jing simply shoved her into Lan Ling’s arms: "You two take your time playing, I’ll go set up the tent."

The reason the Polar Ice Field is called an ice field is because it’s perennially cold, with snow that rarely melts. The further north you go, the more barren it becomes. But it’s not just a barren plain; it’s just relatively desolate compared to the lush mountains elsewhere. Han Jing found a slightly wind-protected flat area, cleared the snow, laid down a cold-resistant blanket on the ground, set up a barrier around them, and pitched the tent she and An Chuxue designed together. It just so happened to be three tents, two people per tent.

Lian Xichen watched with great interest as Han Jing and her group set up the tents. As a military man, he often had to camp out, so he usually carried a tent with him, but their tents were quite complicated to set up, whereas Han Jing’s looked very simple and convenient.

"How did you come up with this?" Lian Xichen was really curious. How could women like Han Jing and An Chuxue, who grew up in the capital, do this and do it so much better than those of them who have been on campaigns for years?

Han Jing boasted: "I’m omnipotent!"

At the side, An Chuxue burst out laughing.

Han Jing...

"Did I say something wrong?" She wore a proud face.

"Right, right, Little Jing zi, shouldn’t you not know how to do these things?" An Chuxue was too embarrassed to point out her exaggeration.

For someone who has been an assassin for over a decade, who often needs to survive in the wild, if she couldn’t handle something as simple as this, that would be... a miracle.

Han Jing gave a charming smile: "I’m just a weak woman~"

"Ugh~"

Lan Ling and An Chuxue both acted like they were about to vomit, indicating they’ve never seen such a fierce ’weak’ woman.

"Tch, can’t be bothered playing with you guys." The hardy woman Han Jing continued to efficiently pitch the tents.

"Little Jing zi, I heard from my master that in Hanwu Forest, it’s very easy to lose one’s direction. There are many strange and poisonous plants and the beasts that feed on them, probably mutated, so they’re likely quite difficult to deal with." Lan Ling shared what he knew about Hanwu Forest.