A cold breath blew from within the valleys and across the mountain peaks, its chill stinging people's cheeks. Yet this still could not dampen the enthusiasm of the backpackers who had come to this snowy sacred land for sightseeing and pilgrimage.
Fingernail-sized, holy snowflakes drifted down from the sky, merging with the snow accumulated on the ground. Compared to the bustling city at the foot of the mountain, this place felt like another world.
Today, tourists at Yaqi Snow Mountain remained numerous, visible everywhere. Looking up, the endless snow mountain resembled the last pure land in this world.
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