White snow stretched as far as the eye could see, blanketing the mountains and rivers.
Mist swirled around the mountain, while the wind whipped the remains of the snow through the forest, like willow fluff dancing calmly, appearing dreamlike.
The biting cold wind pierced through the bones, as a group of people cloaked and holding staffs journeyed through the snow, their figures occasionally appearing and disappearing.
"Zhao Gong Mountain was originally called Big Face Mountain..."
Ling Yunzi said while walking: "During the Great Xing Period of the previous dynasty, it suddenly changed its name to Zhao Gong Mountain, Li Yan, do you know why?"
Li Yan shook the snow accumulated on his hat, smiling back: "It is not the height of the mountain that matters, but the presence of immortals that give it spirit; perhaps its fame grew too vast?"
"Hahaha... that's surely the case."
