When Lu Wufei was watching Monk Sha at Quicksand River, he once again landed at the foot of Great Wanshou Mountain.
The heavy snow continued in the sky.
The sweeping blizzard turned the entire world into a vast expanse of white.
Standing amidst the snowfall, Lu Wufei simply extended his hand, and his palm quickly filled with cold snowflakes.
Lu Wufei had always had a special feeling for snow.
In his long-lasting memories, having been born and lived in the south before his transmigration, he had always been toiling away at life and had never seen snow.
Thus, he had always longed for it.
Since coming to this world,
he had finally seen snow—pure and crystalline. This creation naturally brewed by heaven and earth had indeed not disappointed him.
Whether it was a mere coincidence or something else,
during his multiple pivotal moments in life in this world, they mostly occurred during the cold winter, particularly when the first snow fell.
