Several days later, amid the vast mountains.
"Awooo!"
Little White stood atop a high ridge and threw back her head in a long howl.
A lingering echo soon drifted back from the cliffs opposite her.
As the howl spread, the mountains seemed to come alive all at once.
Smiling, Fang Qianyuan stood on a patch of level ground nearby. Before him lay a naturally flat stone slab, like a tabletop resting on the ground, with a long roll of painting paper spread across it.
Under Fang Qianyuan's meticulous control, the Brush Immortal hovered in the air, her strokes winding like dragons and serpents as lines emerged on the snow-white paper.
Soon, the mountain scenery took shape.
Fang Qianyuan's paintings had grown more exquisite yet again. Since entering the Snow Realm, he had painted the snowy plains and the vast expanse of heaven and earth every day. He had also ventured deep into mountain forests many times before, giving himself over to their mountains and waters. The images of those famed peaks and great rivers had long been held within his heart. He was entirely unlike painters such as the Ink Fairy, who specialized in painting techniques but seldom traveled to see the mountains and rivers for themselves.
His technique might still have been somewhat immature and lacking, but his work possessed a stirring spiritual charm, as though true divine intent lay hidden within it.
Before coming to the Snow Realm, he had sent the Ink Fairy the paintings he had made on Dragon Tooth Mountain and received high praise in return.
About an incense stick's time later, the Brush Immortal drew in her spiritual glow and drifted back. The scroll had also reached its end; another long roll had been used up.
Fang Qianyuan inspected the painting and nodded in