Snow Rainbow Pavilion.
Amidst the drifting clouds.
The continuous white snow mountains resembled dunes, constantly shedding powder amidst the rumbling vibrations.
In the midsection of the tallest snow peak among them.
The terrain here was like a curved screen, facing the sunny side.
At this moment, the remaining daylight slanted onto the screen-like snow peak, reflecting a bright white light.
On the mountain steps leading to Snow Rainbow Pavilion, the long icy steps had rows of sharp icicles hanging from each level's edge.
Yue Dewen stood at a corner of the steps, with the snow peak cliff behind him.
In front of him was an old man with white hair, dressed in a blue and gold robe, standing quietly.
The two were separated by more than twenty meters, with snow and wind drifting between them, slanting and accumulating.
"I should have realized earlier that you were his man." Yue Dewen looked at the other, his expression finally turning bitter.
