The endless stretch of the White Snow Mountain Range formed a thin white line. A plane suspended between heaven and earth had already begun to descend.
Through the thick layer of glass, Ye Xuan's icy gaze fell on the pristine white snow in the distance.
This is the snow-capped mountain, where the snow remains perpetually unmelting, the vast ice-bound landscape is quite a common sight.
Many tourists come here to climb the snow mountains. Of course, the number of tourists who died from climbing the mountains is not small either.
At this moment, Lin Xueji and Hu Mei'er, who sat next to Ye Xuan, also opened their eyes and admired the snow outside the window, exclaiming in awe.
The snow season is a regular occurrence, but when miles are sealed in ice and snow covers everything in sight, it's an extremely rare sight.
Lin Xueji, with a puzzled look, said in surprise, "Is this the Qiushan Mountain Range?"
"Yes."
