A mountain range with neverending winter, snowstorms come and go in cycles, the land is always covered in white snow. A world as if painted with just white paint. But for those who had lived in this place, recognizing the shape of the mountains and the shade of the sky, this is something they can only call home.
Xue Renxue still continued to look around with a confused frown on his face. After looking for a while, the more he sees, the more dumbfounded he looks. He also noticed the hand of his beloved in his hand was freezing and immediately pulled a thick jacket from his inventory, helping Tan Bingyu to wear the clothes.
He said, "Bing'er, wear this."
"I am not cold," Tan Bingyu rejected his dao companion's offer to wear the jacket.
"My physique allows me to be highly resistant to coldness." She said,
However, Xue Renxue insisted.
"Please wear it. I feel cold seeing you like this," said Xue Renxue.
