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Bitter winds howled. The entire mountain range lay beneath a boundless expanse of ice and snow. The mountains were barren, with nothing but rocks and frost-not a single person or sign of life in sight.
No, that was not quite right. Two tiny specks were moving through the mountains.
"Hey, Martial Uncle Zhang, it's been five years already. Let's look somewhere else," one of the tiny specks complained in a muffled voice.
"Quit your whining! Ice-Ridge Yellow Flowers only grow in these Northern Ice Mountains. We'll have even less chance of finding them anywhere else!" the other speck snapped.
A closer look revealed a short, fat man dressed as a monk and another man dressed as an old farmer, both steadily climbing the mountain. Their speed was extraordinary, and despite wearing only thin clothes, neither seemed the least bit afraid of the cold. They were clearly two cultivators with considerable cultivation.
"Hey, Martial Uncle Zhang, keep your voice down. We'll be in trouble if you set off another avalanche," the chubby cultivator dressed as a monk whispered, still looking somewhat shaken.
"And whose fault is that? If you hadn't wrecked Master's garden, would we have been kicked out to look for these damned Ice-Ridge Yellow Flowers?" Instead of lowering his voice, the cultivator dressed as an old farmer complained even louder.
These two were none other than Zhang Cai and Dong Santong. Back when they were tending Heavenly Venerable Daoling's garden, Dong Santong had damaged his Five-Star Begonia and tried to flee. Naturally, Zhang Cai refused to let him get away and gave chase. Unable to outrun Zhang Cai, Dong Santong resorted to a dirty trick: he plunged straight into the flower beds, tossing plants left and right