On Broken Bridge Peak.
At this moment, it was a vast expanse of white, the mountainsides and above all covered by heavy snow.
If it were the chill of mid-winter, this blanket of snow would seem normal. But now, it was the height of summer, and above the mountain, a scorching sun was emitting fiery rays.
At this moment, Wang Tongrui stood alone amidst the snow, gazing at this endless white, smiling broadly.
Yet, before Wang Tongrui, aside from a snowman, there was hardly anyone else present.
Suddenly, the snowman moved, and the white snow on it began to fall gently.
Next, a figure rushed upward from within the snowman, leaping into the air, then gracefully descended back down.
Appearing from the snowman was a young woman, her skin smooth as porcelain, even paler than the snow. Her long black hair floated upward, making her appear like a celestial being amidst the snow.
