The sky and the earth are vast and chaotic. Are the snow flakes the size of palms swept by the gray and black wind, whistling between numerous passes and peaks of Mount Fuji. A strong and heavy storm like a steel plate shakes the humming of a mountain peak. Occasionally, an unchanging ice block is stirred by a strong wind. With a series of noises, it falls from that peak and blows all over the sky

Yang Tian narrowed his eyes, covered with a thick layer of snow, filled with bronze cheeks of jinsongban granite, with a light sadness, but more of the precipitation of the past. From a little...