“How’s Nine Frost doing?” Gao Yang asked.0

“He was quite badly injured, but he’s recovering well. He’s been making final arrangements for his team members the past few days.”1

Gao Yang sighed inwardly. Nine Frost was the sole survivor of the fourth team. He could only imagine how heartbroken and guilty the man felt.0

Ironically, Nine Frost had boasted to the fifth team about their zero mortality for the past three years. How would he feel when he remembered his own words back then?2

Fate was indeed a fickle mistress.0

“By the way, Nine Frost is in the White Tiger branch right now,” said Gray Bear. “I saw him in the training room.”0

“Should we give him the uniforms?” Can perked up. “We haven’t welcomed him to the team officially!...0