It was the same late night.
Over Kunlun Mountain Death Valley, a helicopter flew in from outside and hovered above the campsite.
The cargo door opened, releasing a cable.
Someone descended from above along the cable, landing in the chill valley.
Qin Huai'an personally went to greet them.
Among the few who came down from the helicopter, there was one whose white hair betrayed his age to be at least in his eighties.
However, the old man's spirit appeared exceptionally good.
Upon seeing Qin Huai'an, the elder's spirits lifted instantly, and he hurried over, standing straight and giving a standard military salute, "Tang Zhenbang pays his respects to the senior officer. It's been many years, sir... You seem to have never changed."
