Mu Chenxi felt somewhat dazed as she drove herself to Qingfeng Mountain.
The closer she got, the colder it became.
It had just snowed recently, covering the ground with a thick layer of snow.
Her car couldn't go any further.
She parked the car, pushed open the door, and got out.
The moment the car door opened, Mu Chenxi shivered from the temperature, more than ten degrees below zero.
Her eyes appeared vacant as she started walking forward.
The snow submerged her calves, making it difficult to step forward, but she persisted.
One step, another step.
She didn't know how long she had walked until she was utterly exhausted, her legs buried in the snow, unable to pull them out for a while.
Mu Chenxi stood in the icy, snowy wilderness, staring at the vast white snow in front of her.
The world around her was engulfed in white.
A week ago, she had vaguely heard a conversation between Fu Yanshen and Mu Xinglan.
Mu Xinglan said what Fu Qingtian said was true.