"Let's go, then."
Song He and Senior Sister Ye Ying arrived at Looking Snow Peak.
The snow-covered towering peak was pristine, holy, and majestic, with a cold divine light shimmering at the summit.
That was the Divine Snow Heavenly Light Picture.
He hadn't expected it to still be hanging there—could it be permanent?
Could such an immortal treasure really be used at any time?
Or could it serve some other purpose?
With these suspicions, Song He followed Senior Sister Ye Ying up the mountain, but just as they reached the peak.
From the distance, among the bright red plum forest, came the weeping of junior brother and sister.
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"What's this..."
The two of them quickened their pace in unison.
Then they saw amidst the plums, dozens of white cranes stood in silence, but the old crane that had once chased after their junior brother and sister was missing—it was lying on a slab of soft jade.
It had breathed its last.
