Quefeng led Ling Xiao around the dilapidated small mountain to an area behind it. The front and back of the mountain were two completely different worlds. The front was like spring all year round, with birdsong and fragrant flowers, while the back was covered in primeval Ten Thousand Year Ice that never melted. This ice had formed into all sorts of shapes—animals, plants, a whole variety of forms—that glittered with a spiritual light under the faint starlight.
'This place is a world of its own. And this scene before me is what truly fits the name Polar Ice Sea! That place behind us was just too surreal!'
