The night had deepened, and the heavy snow had ceased, yet the biting wind still howled, with outdoor temperatures plunging to forty degrees below zero.
Despite the severe cold, the security personnel surrounding Wang Ye's tent remained vigilant.
A few campers were scattered around, precisely enclosing the tent where Wang Ye resided; dozens of security staff were on rotating shifts, patrolling the area fully armed non-stop.
The campers also had searchlights mounted, illuminating a large area of the lake's surface as bright as day.
With those patrolling security personnel, not even a mouse would dream of sneaking in!
Inside the tent, it was as warm as spring, and the strange noises that had persisted for quite a while had now ceased.
Whispers between Wang Ye and Donia could be heard.
