On the southern foothills of the Qinling Mountains, the cold wind swept over the treetops, stirring up tiny ice crystals like salt scattered across the sky.
Winter in Qinling is desolate and bleak, the bare trees resembling Chen Wenhao, who lost his hair, standing upright in the snow. Occasionally, some bird-like Pet Beasts land on the branches, chirping non-stop.
Every now and then, a Pet Beast reaches out its paws, trying to dig into the thick snow to find food, but most of the time, these efforts are in vain.
"Ow ow ow!"
Suddenly,
The urgent barking of a dog breaks the silence of the woods. Birds flap their wings and soar into the snowy sky, while the Pet Beasts searching for food flee in panic, vanishing instantly, leaving only footprints scattered all over.
A particularly brave Flowing Cloud Sparrow is not frightened away. It stands quietly on a branch, its gaze lowering as a Gale Hunting Dog dashes into its view across the snowy ground.
