The northern reaches of the Western Regions—Moon Frost Peak.
Flakes of snow danced down from the sky, as if a Nine Heavens Goddess had torn white paper to shreds and scattered it across the mortal realm.
The myriad mountains and ravines were cloaked in flawless white, as if an Immortal had taken to a colossal scroll, dipping his brush in white ink to paint a sprawling, silver-clad landscape.
In the distance, ancient pines groaned under the weight of the snow. Occasionally, with a soft WHOOMPH, a cloud-like mass would plummet down, kicking up a dusting of white powder.
Nearby, a man with a straight, proud bearing stood at the summit, calmly gazing at the vast expanse of the sky.
"Mewl, mewl..."
Little Chaos was perched on Wangxin's head, its body already covered in a layer of white snow.
Shaking its body like a puppy, Little Chaos dislodged the snow and looked earnestly at its master, who stood by the cliff's edge.
