The sky gradually dimmed, and although the snow reflected some light, visibility remained very blurred.
The darkening sky made the valley seem like the gaping maw of a beast, sinister and terrifying, as if stepping closer to this deep valley were to walk into a devil's trap, to be devoured whole, flesh and bones.
All of this made Ye Feng sigh with mixed feelings. Even if they found the Pure Yang Fire Lotus, how could they possibly harvest it from such a perilous place?
But perhaps it was precisely because of this danger that the Pure Yang Fire Lotus could thrive until maturity. Otherwise, if it were elsewhere, it would likely have been picked by now, leaving none for him.
The winter nights in the mountains were exceptionally cold, especially on a snowy evening like this. Honglian, despite being wrapped in Snow Hound fur, couldn't help but sneeze twice and cough a few times when the cold wind blew.