Winter snow rendered No-Sword Peak silently serene.
The eye met nothing but a frosted emerald expanse. If one looked closely, they would spot a woman in moonlight-hued robes, an eye-catching dark layer of clothing visible beneath her outer garment, as she squirmed like a maggot in the snow.
A gentle breeze wafted through, carrying the scent of incense placed among the trees surrounding the thatched cottage.
Xiao Ruoching was crouched on the ground, meticulously piecing together scattered fragments of paper.
Time passed unknowingly.
She raised her delicate hand and lightly wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, then gradually steadied herself by leaning on a nearby rocking chair to stand up.
In her hand was the 'brand new' version of The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique, which she had just glued back together, her face brimming with smugness.
