As soon as Qin Huai entered the dreamscape, he saw a scene that he rarely encountered in his dreams.
Heavy snow.
And it was the kind of large, fluffy snowflakes unique to the north.
Everywhere Qin Huai looked was blanketed in thick, white snow, even the sky appeared bright and blue, accentuated by the snow. The world was vast and desolate; the snow on the ground was so clean with hardly any footprints, indicating it had fallen just last night, or perhaps continuous snowfall had covered any tracks.
Qin Huai, unaccustomed to seeing such heavy snow, tried to catch a falling snowflake with his hand, but to no avail, he could only watch as it passed through his hand and landed on the ground.
The surroundings were very quiet, no sound of insects, birds, or even people. Qin Huai surveyed the area and found himself likely on the outskirts, a familiar place where many spirits' memories had their beginnings.
