10 km south of Bonn, Siebengebirge.
A cloud of mist floated into the unbroken stretch of mountains and slowly turned into a man. Gu Yu was now standing on the damp and chilly mountain trail, eyeing the surroundings up and down. The mountain was only three to four hundred meters tall, but covered quite a large area consisting of dozens of hills of all sizes.
In this cold wintertime, many tall trees had turned a grayish white. Their twisted branches were jagged and their bark dry, the patterns of which reminded one of hideous evil faces.
Following that energy, he walked deep into the woods. Despite his slow steps, his movement raised a gale, which blew against him in gusts of frosty air.
The friction between the cold air and the spiritual essence turned the frost into icy water instantly, but before it could dribble down, the water was vaporized, leaving a long streak of white steam behind Gu Yu.
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