Kunlun.
In late spring, even the Northern Desert was devoid of snow, yet here it continued to snow heavily.
Ye Jiuyou sat cross-legged on the mountaintop, surrounded by swirling snowflakes that could not draw near, forming a Mystical circle around her.
Not far away on another peak, Piaomiao also sat cross-legged, facing her from afar, seemingly unwilling to be too close to Ye Jiuyou. The snowflakes did not whirl around her like around Ye Jiuyou but fluttered freely onto her body, merging within without leaving a single trace.
Both seemed to be cultivating, each in silence.
In actuality, within Piaomiao's sea of consciousness, a young girl sat hugging her knees in a corner, sniffing pitifully.
