A continuous range of snow-capped mountains stretched from east to west between the Central Continent and the Extreme North. Snow fell there year-round, and clear days were rare.
"So this is the legendary Great Snow Mountain." Lu Yang stood at its foot, shielding his eyes as he looked up. Beyond the swirling flakes of snow, a majestic, pure-white mountain lay quietly before him.
"It's not much of a legend. It's just so remote that hardly anyone wants to come here," Lan Ting said with a smile.
That was modesty on her part. The Moon Laurel Immortal Palace was a semi-reclusive immortal sect that seldom interacted with the outside world. Whenever outsiders wanted to communicate with the palace—for instance, to seek its help, post a mission, hold a gathering of the righteous, or attend an immortal sect assembly—they relied on the liaison hall at the foot of the mountain to pass along their requests.
Still, there were times when no message needed to be passed along, and outsiders could go straight to the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace. Lan Ting bringing Lu Yang up the mountain was one such case. Among the common folk, this was generally known as going through the back door.
Along both sides of the winding path up the mountain, crystalline little trees as tall as a person appeared from time to time, so exquisite they looked like works of art.
"Are these moon laurels?" Lu Yang was seeing a living moon laurel for the first time. The only ones he had seen outside were branches.
Moon laurels grew only on the Great Snow Mountain. Once removed from it, no matter what divine ability or method was used to prolong their lives, they would not survive.
"Mm. The Great Snow Mountain is covered in moon laurels. It's said