The fierce north wind carried the overwhelming heavy snow and ravaged the top of Luming Mountain. In the howling wind and snow, a thin figure appeared and disappeared in the pale chaos of the world. She tightly protected a faintly glowing plant in her arms, walking with difficulty step by step, almost burying her. Half of his body was covered in heavy snow, with a face deeply huddled in a wide snow hat, with only half of his ponytail exposed, which was whipped in front of his eyes by the wind. The red cotton cloak behind him was fluttered high by the wind like a stubborn flag, fluttering tenaciously in the boundless pale world, making it particularly dazzling.
The thin figure was soon buried by the snow and wind flying all over the sky. The sky and the earth were vast, the wind howled, and the sight was pulled down from far to near. The tall Luming Mountain was like a sleeping giant covered with white snow, lying quietly on the northernmost horizon of the Arhan Grassland. The abrupt and steep mountain shape and the vicissitudes of its thousands of years of sleeping under the snow and ice all cast an unspeakable mystery on the Luming Mountain at this time.
In the depths of the Wumeng Valley at the foot of the mountain, faint lights emerge from the stars. From a distance in the ice and snow, it looks like a lake reflecting the stars. It is as quiet as a Taoyuan fairyland, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, like a dream...