In the Nine Nether mountain range, atop a certain peak blanketed in white snow.
"Hum~" Suddenly ripples began to stir in the air around this unnamed peak.
A crack appeared on the peak, and a youth donned in Daoist robes peered out cautiously. He flew out, his right hand holding a pretty and radiant girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old.
The atmospheric ripples seemed to tear open like a curtain, revealing a lush green forest that was starkly different from the ice and snow around it. The forest was fringed by brightly lit buildings and the sky was filled with countless lanterns and fireflies.
The scenes disappeared quickly after the youth and the girl touched the snowy ground. The surroundings quickly returned to the chilly snowy landscape.
"Senior brother, it's... so cold here," the pretty girl, wearing a head adornment and a similar outfit as the boy with intertwined dragon and tiger patterns, said.
The youth got her hint and pulled her into his arms.
