On the twenty-ninth of the twelfth lunar month.
In the White Spirit Small World, heavy snow had fallen for several days in a row; the seas were frozen over, rendering everything a silvery-white. The entire sea surface had turned into a tranquil white expanse.
As the wind howled past, it whipped up the snow, piling it into undulating little mounds.
On the island, several trees with a diameter of more than ten zhang had been transformed into palace complexes by Feng Yaya. Inside the hollow trees were palaces and pavilions, and against the branches were wooden houses and palaces connected with colorful stairs; between the trees, suspension bridges were strung.
A veritable sprite-like vista.
Now on each of the large trees hung lanterns, couplets, yellow talismans...
A scene befitting the New Year.