North of Sword Ridge Peak, ice and snow fill the landscape.
The blazing sun in the sky is obscured by layers of cold mist, unable to bring much warmth to this realm.
A tall young man clad in a Black Gold Emperor Robe, surrounded by the sad beauty of drifting plum blossom petals, flies forward slowly.
Where he passes, a subtle fragrance lingers.
Leaving behind trails like fleeting shadows, dreamlike and illusory.
The strong Evil Technique of the Ice Plum Demon Queen, Proud Snow Ice Plum, makes Lu Ran unafraid of the cold, navigating it like a fish in water.
"Heh..."
Lu Ran expels wisps of mist from his mouth.
Looking into the distance, all is a vast whiteness.
This is the seventh day of Lu Ran's search; the further north he goes, the harsher the environment. By now, he can no longer see traces of trees.
[Master.] In his mind, a cold female voice resounds.
Lu Ran lifts his head, looking ahead, he sees a tall figure on the snow-covered mountain.
