At the summit of Changbai Mountain.
The wind and snow danced wildly between the mountain valleys, entangling between people's eyebrows and leaving a thick layer of pale whiteness.
An elderly man with snow-white hair, clad in a single layer of clothing, stood in the snow, looking at the disciple standing straight before him, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Throughout my life, I never took on a disciple until I met you. Indeed, you have not disappointed me. In just three short years, you have mastered all my skills. Now, you may descend the mountain on your own."
Beyond the elder's silhouette, standing right in front of him was a youth with firm eyes and a slightly chubby face. His eyes sparkled as he bowed with his hands clasped and lowered his head.
"Thank you for your teachings, Master Yan Zizhuo bows to you!"
As he spoke, he knelt down and kowtowed three times.
Snowflakes landed between his hair strands and instantly dissipated.
