Chen Su's gaze shifted to Guan Lin, his voice steady and firm: "Let's go. Didn't you report this morning that the drone detected a weak signal at the eastern cliff? Let's go check it out again."
Guan Lin hesitantly rubbed his frostbitten red hands: "But it's been so long, I don't know if the signal source is still there..."
"Let's go check it out first!" Xu Ying squatted down, gently stroking the fluffy feathers of the three snow pigeons, "We have so many capable helpers now."
The snow pigeons, hearing this, immediately puffed out their chests proudly, cooing as they did.
The four of them proceeded along the mountain ridge towards the eastern cliff.
The biting mountain wind, mixed with fine snow particles, slapped their faces. Chen Su led the way, his tall figure shielding the others from some of the cold wind.
