This is Mo Pavilion!
Though there were many differences, Mo Wangchen could still recognize it at a glance.
The snow had been falling for a full three years.
It finally stopped when Mo Wangchen arrived here.
Now, the mountain before him was covered with a thick layer of snow, a bright white sheen.
Mo Wangchen's gaze seemed to penetrate the layers of swirling immortal mist and clearly saw the many ancient halls atop the mountain, standing like palaces of ice.
He stood at the foot of the mountain for a long time, his deep eyes held a sea of stars, revealing an indescribable sense of antiquity.
Finally, Mo Wangchen took steps towards the mountain top.
The solitary peak was exceptionally high, reaching for the clouds, and Mo Wangchen walked at a leisurely pace. All around, sparse figures were either climbing the mountain like him or descending and heading afar.
