Fengxue Mountain.
At the foot of this mountain ran an immortal vein, while goose-feather snow fell without cease all year round.
This snow was formed from Nine Heavens Pure Spirit True Water. It possessed the miraculous effect of nourishing all things. Thus, even an ordinary weed growing on the mountain had medicinal effects no weaker than those of a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Grass. It was a true blessed land!
The headquarters of Fengyuan Lodge had been established here.
Auspicious snow drifted through the air.
Inside the quiet chamber, a small red-clay brazier burned gently, while Spirit Tea hissed and steamed.
Sixth Miss still had the appearance of a sweet, sheltered young lady. She wore a snow-white fox-fur coat, which made her delicate features seem even more tender. A hint of rosy color rested on her cheeks, making her resemble a proud red plum blooming beneath the snow.
Ever since she and Dugu Fang had been happily married, the couple had worked together with one heart. They had surged far ahead of their competitors, and Sixth Miss's life could only be described as exceedingly carefree.
As for a certain fellow exiled to a place of banishment, aside from accidentally remembering him several thousand years ago and mentioning him once, she had long since forgotten him after he proved so lacking in tact.
Suddenly!
A strand of pure energy descended, revealing the form of a middle-aged scholar. He smiled broadly and said, "Sixth, you truly have excellent luck..."
"Excellent luck? Could it be that Fang Lang has already broken through to the Heavenly Immortal position?"
Sixth Miss's beautiful eyes lit up.
Dugu Fang was a bitter cultivator. Apart from making a few appearances, he spent most of his time in secluded cultivation, which left her feeling somewhat stifled.
"How difficult is