Winter snow dyed the surroundings of Bujian Peak in a quiet and serene shade of green and white.
Frost and snow met the eye at every turn, and upon closer inspection, a woman dressed in a moon-white robe could be seen, with a striking hint of dark black underneath her, writhing clumsily in the snow like a maggot.
A gentle breeze blew, carrying the rich scent of incense drifting from the trees around Thatch Cottage.
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