The Immortal Path

She froze in her tracks. As her heart started to stir, she kept her limpid eyes on the empty palm of her hand. All of a sudden, her heart became clear. "There is a way to heaven inside the heart. Why fear that snow or wind may block the immortal path?"

As soon as her voice faded, the floating snow vanished and the environment appeared to restore to its previous state. She pulled herself together and took a good look at herself. She's still dressed in her previous red robe, which was now fluttering in the wind, with no snow on her body. Her fatigue and thirst had vanished as if they had been her delusions and never existed.

"Young Master Jiu? Young Master Jiu?"

"Young friend? Young friend?"

Hearing those voices brought her to her senses. As she turned around, she saw the elderly man and He Shu shouting at her from a distance of approximately ten metres. When they noticed her looking up, they asked her again.