On Permafrost Island, a dozen people were patrolling the camp.

At the forefront was an elderly man with graying hair, appearing to be over fifty. He wore a white cloth inner armor and a finely crafted silver outer armor that shimmered with a cold gleam. His feet were clad in white-soled, gold-patterned shoes, giving off the aura of an ancient general.

Of course, the armor he wore was clearly of exceptional quality, its defense and effects far surpassing ordinary armor.

Despite being over fifty, he showed no signs of aging. His steps were agile, his posture upright, and his eyes sharp.