Pan Yin Mountain, a small mountain thirty li away from Shu Province.
This mountain was named for the echoing sound due to its hilly structure. In spring and autumn, some tourists come here to witness its curious phenomenon.
However, in this ice and snow, hoping to see people is less likely than praying for the snowstorm to stop soon. Of course, there is always an exception; due to a suggestion by someone, today there will be three visitors at Pan Yin Mountain.
"Hoo—"
As the wind whistled, a dark golden figure landed slowly on the mountain top of Pan Yin, enduring the cold wind, silently closing his eyes, as if sensing something.
After a while, he opened his eyes and looked to the west, "The cold air is being manipulated by humans, and quite a few people are forcefully lowering temperatures with True Qi, along with a somewhat familiar fluctuation."
In Qing Yu's eyes, it seemed there were trigram formations swirling, forming into a cross-shaped object, slowly rotating.
