At the foot of Kunlong Mountain.
That night, the strong pines swayed gently, and the silver light spread across the ground, rendering the snow-white Mortal World with pure flawlessness. Ever since Emperor's Fluid had flourished, the first snowflake between Heaven and Earth had finally fallen. Over the past three months, the Kunlong Mountain area on the border of Yunzhou had welcomed more than a dozen heavy snowfalls.
In the dead silence, an unusually harsh creaking sound came from the snowy ground—it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy frantically running. In this weather where breath turns to mist and water droplets to ice, he was wearing only a worn cotton garment. Probably because he was running too fast, a trace of sweat appeared on his forehead and froze into thin ice in the blink of an eye with a gust of wind.
