"I truly never expected that you would... dare to come see me."
The voice was like granulated spring frost, as though it too had fallen into this eternal, unmeltable snow.
Fu Huan showed surprise for the first time. Behind him lay sheer cliffs, a bright moon, and the howling heavenly wind. Yet all of it seemed held within the palm clasped behind his back.
A few days earlier, Jiang An'an, under the alias "Ye Little Cloud," had come to this mountaintop.
She had shouted several times, "Pardon the intrusion!" and "I pay my respects to True Lord Fu!" Receiving no response, she cheerfully admired the scenery for a while, collected some polar frozen snow that she claimed would be of great use, and then left in complete satisfaction.
"I knew a figure like True Lord Fu must be incredibly busy. There's no way he'd stand around here every day. He isn't some doorman—The snow here is so heavy, like ice. I've seen very light snow before, like clouds." That was how she summed it up in the end.
This was undoubtedly a form of probing.
But Meiyue, who had always made her feel so happy during their time together, merely smiled. "I actually don't like snow."
To leave one's footprints upon the snow here was undoubtedly to have conquered Everlasting Holy Winter.
For the newly fledged young heroine Jiang, the journey through the Polar Celestial Palace—where novelty outweighed danger—had thus come to an end. Of course, she had encountered some strange snow monsters, and seen adventurers and cultivators seeking opportunities, but they had all been chance encounters in the martial world, passing each other in a flash.
She and the newly acquainted Meiyue also parted reluctantly, agreeing to meet again if fate allowed.
Xie Ai made a boat of the