Young Master Xu raised his hand, signaling them to stop.
The two snowmobiles slowly came to a halt. Feng Mountain looked up at the snow-covered mountain before them.
The entire mountain was blanketed in snow. It had two faces: one with a steep slope and one with a gentle slope. A protruding platform was visible midway up the steep face.
"Is this place suitable?" Feng Mountain didn't know much about this, so he asked humbly.
Young Master Xu hopped off his snowmobile and walked to the foot of the mountain. Looking like a seasoned expert, he plunged his arm into the snowpack, then pulled it out to visually inspect the depth of the hole.
"We can ski here. The snow is over a meter deep and well-packed."
He nodded in satisfaction after speaking.
"That's it?" Feng Mountain had been waiting expectantly for a more professional explanation, not expecting just a simple "We can ski here."
