not recognize him.Although Yue Zun reminded him that this person was most likely coming for himself, Jiang Yun couldn't quite agree.Because I'm in this desolate realm, I don't know anyone at all.Unle...Before Jiang Yun stood a young man who looked to be only about twenty years old.

Although the man was tall, his body seemed rather thin and wiry, lacking much flesh anywhere.

Although this is a place of ice and snow with extremely low temperatures, he was only wearing a single coat. His slightly immature face was red from the cold and covered in frostbite.

Especially his hands, which were tightly gripping a rusty and old sword, were covered in frostbite. It was clear that he had lived in this icy and snowy environment for many years.

Most importantly, he wasn't a monk; he was just an ordinary person!

Looking at the man with a broadsword in his hand, eyes wide and glaring menacingly at him, Jiang Yun didn't feel the slightest bit of surprise.

Although he had not used his divine sense for a long time, after entering this snowy land, he knew through some signs that there must be people surviving here.

But the person hiding in the snow nearby was impossible for him to miss.

As for being robbed, he didn't find it strange. During his three years of travel, he had encountered this several times.

After all, not everyone can live a life of comfort and ease, nor can everyone be content with poverty. Therefore, many people choose to become bandits or mountain robbers, seizing others' possessions.

Of course, among these people, some are truly driven by necessity, while others seek an easy way out without working.

For such people, Ginger Cloud wouldn't hold a grudge against them, nor would she care about their motives. Every time, she would give them a certain amount of silver.

At least they are only after money and don't intend to harm anyone.

Therefore, this time Jiang Yun also took out a few scattered silver coins from his bosom and gently placed them on the snow in front of him, saying: "This is all the silver I have on me. Take it!"

The young man glanced at the silver on the ground, then at Ginger Cloud who was dressed just as thinly. He reached out and grabbed most of the silver, but left a piece of broken silver behind saying, "You're not afraid of freezing to death Take this piece of silver and buy some clothes quickly!"

Thank you!

Jiang Yun smiled faintly, not being polite at all. She put the piece of silver back into her bosom and looked at the man, saying, "Can I leave now"

The man held a knife in one hand and tightly grasped the pieces of silver in the other. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where are you going"

"There's nowhere specific I want to go, just wandering around!"

Ginger Cloud's answer made the man's eyes widen in shock. He looked at Ginger Cloud as if she were a monster and said, "You just came here to wander around"

Jiang Yun nodded and said, "Is this place not allowing us to come"

"You're insane!" the man said, jabbing at Jiang Yun with the tip of his large blade. "It's freezing here, everyone else is scrambling to find shelter, and you come wandering around like this Don't you fear being frozen to death"

Facing the man's rude attitude, Jiang Yun didn't get angry and said: "Although it is indeed a bit cold here, the scenery here is very beautiful, and it's something you can't see elsewhere!"

"What a view!"

The man repeated the two words, but his face suddenly darkened inexplicably. His gaze swept slowly across the surroundings before he said, “What did you see”

The sudden change in the man's attitude made a flash of confusion appear in Jiang Yun's eyes, but he still replied, "Snow!"

The man's expression grew even colder as he said, "Yes, you saw the snow. Isn't it beautiful"

"Yes!" Jiang Yun nodded. "This snow is so white and pure, it's truly beautiful!"

Jiang Yun's reply made the man's tone even colder than the snow. "In your eyes, this snow is pure, clean, and beautiful, but do you know how many lives this snow has taken"

"My father, when I was born, went out in the snow to find food so my mother could have some meat soup. He never came back!"

"The village uncle went out to buy a warm coat for his child and never came back!"

Every year, people from our village leave and never come back!

"And they, were buried in this great snow, buried in these snowy landscapes that appear so beautiful!"

The man suddenly let out a roar, angrily shouting at Jiang Yun.

With that roar, it seemed as if he had unleashed all his strength, leaving him powerless and slumping onto the ground with tears welling up in his eyes. He was still speaking, but his voice was much softer now.

"Now, my mother is sick and lying in bed unable to move. I want to go earn some money to get her treated, but I can't hunt anything and can't find anything to sell!"

Even if I could exchange this for money, it wouldn't be nearly enough to get the doctor to come back to my village with me. It's just too cold here!

"All I can do is watch my mother lie in bed and wait to die!"

All of this is because what you see as scenery, as pure and white snow!

At the end, the man suddenly burst into tears!

Jiang Yun stood there quietly, his body covered with countless white snowflakes, like a snowman, motionless. However, inside his heart, he was filled with shock!

Every word, every syllable the man spoke was like a dagger, piercing his heart deeply!

Indeed, as the man said, as a bystander myself, I only saw the whiteness and purity of the snow, its sacred innocence.

Although I didn't use my cultivation, my body, tempered through a thousand hardships and a hundred trials, was no longer afraid of this mere cold.

However, for the ordinary people who have lived in this icy and snowy place all year round, this snow brings them nothing to do with scenery!

The man wiped away a tear and continued, "For you, this snow is a beautiful sight in your eyes, making you feel pleased and wanting to stroll around at random. But for us, this snow means cold, despair, and death!"

Man's words made Jiang Yun's heart skip a beat, and a vague feeling arose in his mind.

Even then, he could be absolutely certain that as long as he could make this hazy feeling concrete, he would find his own way.

Jiang Yun stood there really racking his brain, pondering this feeling, while the man just sat on the ground, sobbing incessantly.

After who knows how long, the man finally stopped crying and wiped away the tears that had frozen on his face with force. “I’m sorry,” he said, “our misfortune has nothing to do with you!”

As he spoke, he also stood up again: “My mother told me that everything in this world actually has two sides!”

They have always been there, never changing. What changes is our attitude towards all of this!

"If your heart is righteous, you see what is right. If your heart is wicked, you see what is wrong!"

Just like humans, there are good and bad aspects to it.

When you have evil thoughts, you are a bad person. When you have kind thoughts, you are a good person!

The man held up the silver in his hand and offered it to Jiang Yun, saying, "Although I was the bad guy just now, my mother hopes that I can always be a good person! Here you go, please leave this place quickly. This snow can really freeze people to death!"

The man also turned his head to look at the surrounding expanse of white snow and said, “Actually, when I was just a child and first saw this snow, it was indeed very beautiful!”

As the man's voice faded, the almost snow-covered ginger cloud standing before him suddenly burst with brilliant light in its eyes at this moment.

This radiance enveloped the man, instantly dissipating the chill within him, making him feel as though he were bathed in sunlight!

Even the snowflakes that had been falling from the sky for who knows how long finally stopped, illuminated by the radiance in Jiang Yun's eyes.

First published on the Traditional Chinese Novel Networkng's view, is comparable to that of Jiang Yun's father, Gu Bulao ultimately comes from the Zhutian Jyu domain.While Ji Kongfan, however, was a creature born and raised in the Lower Realm!In spite of t...