The Third Fixed Exploration Site, the territory for the trial, was a vast expanse of terrain.

It was a spectacularly beautiful region, with meltwater streams that stretched down from several towering snow-capped peaks, over a dozen alpine lakes, and a sweeping range of mountains with passes at varying elevations.

The temperature was low, and the wind cut to the bone, but it was bearable inside a cave.

“Seriously, how do you always find places like this, Little Qing? It makes no sense.” He Tangtang asked with a laugh as he ate.

Part of him wanted to ask, “Are you part dog?” but his fear of being beaten to death stopped him.

The pecking order was clear. Only Iron Maiden had the authority to pick Han Qingyu up and slam him into a wall at any given moment. He Tangtang occupied the lower end of the hierarchy, only occasionally able to trade jabs with Wen Jifei. The...