The night cold wind grew even more piercing, sweeping over Liou Yuan's body, dyeing his clothes and hair snow white.
Inside, his blood surged, the organs radiating heat, rendering him fearless of the harsh winter.
He quickly arrived before Qiwen Mountain.
Qiwen Mountain was steep and sharp like a sword, reaching straight into the sky.
The rocky surface was covered with thick snow, uneven layers, making the mountain's edges gain some softness under the snow but still difficult to hide its majesty and peril.
Liou Yuan looked up, the mountain almost rose vertically.
The cold wind howled past, stirring up the snow halfway up the mountain, snow mist spreading, as dreamlike and fantastical.
The mountains of Qingyou Prefecture stretched endlessly, each named peak extraordinary.
"No wonder Ge Jinhong said Qiwen Mountain was perilous; he couldn't climb it. If one cannot fly in the sky here, climbing up is easy, but coming down is hard."
