"W-wait, am I seeing things?"
Lin Qing hurriedly took two steps back to the porthole. Outside, the blizzard was still raging!
"Have we fallen under an illusion?" Honglian looked toward the two cultivators in their group, Liu Shuyue and Xu Xuanling.
But both women looked just as bewildered.
Clearly, the situation before them was completely beyond anything they had imagined.
An idea struck Chen Xuan. "Wind Song, report the wind speed and temperature outside."
"Ground-level wind speed is force 10. Temperature is minus 25 degrees." The AI reported the readings almost without pause.
Hearing that, his heart sank a little further.
"An illusion shouldn't be able to fool the ship's sensors too, should it?"
Yet none of this made any sense!
The airtight hatch and the porthole were barely a meter apart. How could they look out onto two completely different kinds of weather? If he smashed the window now, would the blizzard suddenly disappear too?
"What's wrong? Is there something strange out there?" Liu Li's voice came over the speaker. She had clearly noticed through the surveillance feed that they still hadn't left the ship.
Chen Xuan briefly explained the bizarre situation.
"Seriously?" She and Elorie were both astonished. "There's no wind outside at all?"
"Well, it looks sunny and calm. Perfect weather for climbing a mountain." Chen Xuan thought for a moment, then decided to leave the ship first. "Whatever. No wind is better."
He jumped straight down from the hatch.
With a soft crunch, his feet landed on something yielding. It certainly felt just like snow.
Looking beneath the ship, Chen Xuan immediately spotted the Lotus Cloud Sect—or, more precisely, its entrance. It stood amid the pristine snow like a magnificent temple. Its walls and columns were made of black marble veined with gold, and its roof