True Immortal Realm.
Mount Fengxue.
The snow never ceased all year round.
Fang Xi, draped in a snow-white fox fur robe, sat upright in a pavilion, seemingly admiring the frozen plum blossoms beneath the snowflakes.
These plum blossoms were of unusual varieties, their branches twisted into the shapes of coiling dragons, with petals of deep crimson atop them.
At the center of the flowers, there lingered strands of a strange aura, spiraling around.
"The essence of Melting Plum Qi... its fragrance pungent, effective in suppressing Heart Demons,"
"Giving it to a cultivator with a Perfect Golden Core would be enough to help them overcome the Heart Demon Tribulation."
"Now, however, it merely serves as a snowscape for Immortals to enjoy."
Fang Xi slowly savored his tea.
On the white jade table, a small furnace glowed, with a purple teapot on top steaming eagerly with white vapor.
Fang Xian, appearing as a young child, stood by serving, resembling a child who prepares tea.
