The rugged mountain trails didn't exist at first, but as more seekers of immortality trod through, a path emerged.
On this path, there were five or six martial scholars dressed as scholars, leaning on their walking sticks, braving the wind and snow in a hurry, some saying, "We cannot rest here, if an avalanche comes, we have no way to survive"; others saying, "What avalanche or not, the celestial beings might be watching our temperaments, how can we fear such trivial matters"; some boldly reciting, "The mystical crane brings the lingzhi, presenting me with a jade bottle of ice"; still others laughed and said, "Brother Li, wake up, where is the mystical crane, where is the jade bottle, hahaha."
From a high point, their forms were nothing but indistinct black dots.
Song Yan watched these black dots, allowing the vast white snow to cover his body, turning him completely white.
This was merely his cave mansion.
