The ground was covered in snow.
Yet, it was a collection of clusters, mounds, smooth and free, scattered among the deep and shallow plush flowers and grasses at the cave entrance.
The little mouse unknowingly poked its little head out of the Spirit Garden Pouch again, letting out a tiny exclamation: "Scholar, this place is so beautiful, how could there be such a wondrous place in the world?"
The Little Snow Spirit spread its arms, standing amidst those clusters of snow, looking upward and cheering, "Yay yay yay... it's all delicious! Brother Chen, I'm giving this to you to eat."
In Chen Xu's eyes, at this moment, labels began to reveal themselves on those snow piles:
[Hundred-Year Snow, snow accumulated in the snow mountain caves, unable to melt over the years, containing profound coldness, can be used to temper Spiritual Food.
