Walking down the mountain, everyone was looking around, hoping to find some materials swept away by the avalanche. Even a single tent or some food would do, just something to sustain them for a while.
Gu Fan silently prayed to find a few sleeping bags or so - anything that would tide them over in the chilling weather till rescue arrived. They don't need to find too much. Gu Fan also didn't think it was likely they'd find a wealth of useful items, enough to support their continued journey.
Half a day of searching yielded nothing. Like Gu Fan predicted, everyone was increasingly disheartened and seemed to lose hope. That was what Gu Fan wanted. He would prefer if everyone started thinking about retreating.
However, fate seemed to have a mind of its own. Luo Jingrong's sharp eyes spotted something unusual sticking out of the snow. On closer inspection, it was a pole supporting a tent. Suddenly, everyone saw a beacon of hope and started digging through the snow.
