At the border between the black mountain wall and the white snow, a strange serpentine tree grew on the ninety-degree mountain wall.
The strange tree was rooted in the mountain rock, growing in a bizarre fashion. The trunk was about as thick as a water tank, and the branches were as thick as a bucket. The trunk and branches twisted around each other, and the leaves looked like silver sheets. As sunlight scattered over them, the silver leaves swayed as if ripples were moving through them.
Li Xiu examined it carefully for a while and suddenly felt a wave of joy in his heart.
Although he didn't see the golden bird, he did find a huge nest on the strange silver tree.
The nest was probably as large as a room, wedged between the entwined trunk and numerous branches, supported by the strange tree, woven from strands of dry grass.
