The world was vast, wrapped in silver, snow flying everywhere, thousands of trees adorned in white blossoms.
In front of the Cultivation Room, snow accumulated up to knee height. The gray robes on her body shielded her from the cold and heat, yet Jiang Yuebai's little face was painfully whipped by the harsh northern wind.
She struggled to walk out from the courtyard; the heavy snow had sealed the mountain, leaving no path out.
"I arranged to meet Grandpa in three days, why hasn't he come?"
The cold wind howled. Standing at the door, Jiang Yuebai exhaled into her hands, unsure how to return to Huaxi Valley. With snow this thick, she would be buried halfway there.
Turning back to look into the courtyard, she saw the old man in charge of this place, sitting under the eaves on a rocking chair, eyes closed and resting.
"Senior Brother, with snow like this, how am I supposed to get back to Huaxi Valley?"
