The Mountain's Ink

"Hmm, it's not here."

Muttering to herself, the young cultivator checked her surroundings before looking further up. 

"Which other mountain could it be?" 

Without wasting another second, she moved on, making her way to another mountain. 

It snowed heavily, each step had her sinking in at least a foot of snow. And with the wind, it made things difficult for the group. One wrong step could set off an avalanche and while Ming Yue wouldn't die, trying to get out would not be so easy. 

Thankfully, she had the power to protect herself but the cold energy was still present. It prickled at her skin like icy needles, not enough to cause pain but certainly uncomfortable.