Papery shreds like the falling snow cascaded from the Heavenly Peak above. Xie Xuanyi stood in place, the Martial Arts Divine Embryo above his head holding the Sword Qi inverted in its hands, gently resting on the ground. A pure, serene area of about ten feet was demarcated, yet the chill still seeped into this realm. The white paper, light and thin as feathers, fluttered and melted upon contact with water.
Before long, the entire small hill was blanketed in a layer of paper-like snow.
Only now did Yuan Yi notice that this desolate small mountain upon which they stood seemed to be an "Zhanjiao Mountain" constructed many years ago. Though now overgrown with weeds, a small pavilion stood at its rear, with a rusty, decaying sign hanging from it.
"Head west upon descending the mountain."
Xie Xuanyi spoke softly, placing a withered branch into Yuan Yi's hand.
The young girl was momentarily stunned.