Half an hour after successfully landing, Yang Lin finally explained some of the events that had occurred during his rescue mission to his parents.
Of course, some details were omitted.
But even so, when Yang Lin's parents learned that he had not only tamed polar bears and arctic foxes but also a group of Inuit people, they were almost stunned.
What shocked them even more were the two brothers, Goudan and Gousheng.
"You're saying these two big guys are Goudan and Gousheng?"
"When I found them, they were so small. How did they get so big now? That's not right."
As he spoke, Yang Lin carefully examined Goudan.
He couldn't understand how a stray dog he had found back then had grown into such a behemoth.
"Actually, it's nothing much, just better food and the fact that meat nowadays contains some hormones."
"I guess they ate too many hormones, which is why they grew so big."
After Yang Lin's forced explanation, his parents didn't dwell on it any further.
After all, surviving this ordeal was already a difficult feat, and there was no need to fuss over minor details.
The top priority now was to find a way to leave this place quickly and return to human society.
"By the way, I'll start a fire for you to dry your clothes. After they're dry, we'll return to Greenland with them."
As he spoke, Yang Lin instructed the present Inuit people to build a giant igloo on the spot.
Once the igloo was built, Yang Lin started a fire inside and, incidentally, cooked a pot of delicious fish soup.
As the cold and fatigue gradually receded from their bodies, the three of them felt as if they had come back to life.
To avoid delaying the treatment of Yang Lin's father's leg injury, the recovered Yang Lin had no intention of staying here any longer.
After only an hour of rest, the family of three, led by the Inuit people, boarded sleds and set off towards Greenland.
Compared to the Yellow River scientific research station on the other side, their return trip to Greenland was less than 700 kilometers.
If all went smoothly, they should arrive in about a day.
However, perhaps because the vernal equinox had passed and the temperature had begun to rise, the ice field that was connected when they came had now become a series of large, disconnected ice floes on their way back.
And these large ice floes were fragmenting at an extremely fast pace.
From time to time, Yang Lin could see polar bears and seals trapped on the ice floes.
"The melting is accelerating again. We need to hurry."
Frowning, Yang Lin signaled the group to stop.
Faced with Yang Lin's sudden action, both the Inuit people and Yang Lin's parents were somewhat bewildered.
Until Yang Lin revealed his plan.
"I think advancing this way is too slow, and the risks are constantly increasing, so we need to find a different way to proceed."
"A different way to proceed?"
Hearing Yang Lin's idea, the elderly couple immediately looked confused.
Before they could figure out what other way they could possibly proceed, Yang Lin ordered everyone, along with the sled dogs, to stand on a piece of ice that was about to break off.
Five minutes later, as this ice floe, slightly larger than a basketball court, officially separated from the main ice sheet, figures began to converge from all directions in the sea below them.
When everyone saw these black shapes of varying sizes through the ice, their expressions immediately changed.
"Whales, so many whales."
"My heavens, how can there be so many whales?"
"Narwhals, Greenland whales, blue whales, beluga whales, have all the whales of the Arctic Ocean gathered here?"
Seeing the whales all gathered at their feet, Yang Lin's mother was the first to lose her composure.
And at this moment, Yang Lin's voice rang out again.
"Everyone hold on tight, the Ice Floe One is about to set sail. If you can't stand firm, you'll fall in."
As soon as he spoke, everyone felt a tremor.
The next second, to their horrified gaze, the ice floe beneath their feet began to move slowly.
At first, it wasn't even as fast as a person walking, but after a while, it picked up to the speed of a person jogging.
A little later, the speed had increased to that of a bicycle.
Half an hour later, the ice floe was speeding across the Arctic Ocean like a speedboat.
Whenever ice floes appeared ahead, a mysterious force would push them aside.
Witnessing such a scene, the Inuit people couldn't help themselves, kneeling on the ground and beginning to pray fervently.
In their eyes, this was no longer a miracle; it was the gods themselves intervening.
Otherwise, why would the whales carry them forward, and why would the ice floes part on their own for no reason?
And only the Chinese man standing at the forefront of the ice floe could have commanded the gods to act.
"Or is he simply an avatar of a god?"
For some inexplicable reason, the Inuit people simultaneously considered this possibility.
In fact, it wasn't just the Inuit people who thought this way; even Yang Lin's parents looked at Yang Lin differently.
They weren't fools. The moment they stepped onto the ice floe, they knew their son was behind all of this.
But precisely because they knew this, they appeared even more perplexed.
Their son not only possessed the ability to seemingly communicate with animals but also to control marine life.
It was utterly absurd.
They even suspected if their son had been possessed by some special alien life form during their absence.
However, as educated individuals, they quickly dismissed such far-fetched notions.
"Old Yang, once we're ashore, no one is to speak of this, understood?"
"What are you saying? Don't I understand this? If I say anything, what if they take my son for dissection?"
"Of course, the most important thing is, do you think anyone would believe us if we told them?"
"Exactly. Even if we tell them, no one would believe us. They'd probably think we've both lost our minds."
"When he was little, he used to talk to ants all the time. I thought there was something wrong with his head, and we even took him to the hospital for a check-up."
"No matter what he is, or what's special about him, he's still my baby."
"That's for sure..."
...
Listening to the hushed whispers behind him, Yang Lin couldn't help but smile.
The reason he was so unreserved in displaying his abilities here was because these two were his biological parents.
Anyone else might betray him, but they wouldn't.
As for the Inuit people, it was likely that no one would believe the tales of a group of natives who were constantly mumbling about spirits.