The peak of Yueyun Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist year-round. When standing amid this setting, it feels as though you are among the clouds at the edge of the sky.
Reach out a hand, and you can feel the white clouds quietly flowing through your fingers.
Looking down upon the mountains from amidst the layers upon layers of white mist, an overwhelming sense of heroism fills your heart.
The view is indeed beautiful, dreamlike even. However, after standing at the top of Yueyun Tower for a short while, you begin to feel the chill as the wind grows stronger. It becomes so cold that sightseeing loses its appeal!
Shangguan Xuanyi had already sent people up to the peak with a few items.
From a bag, he found a red fox fur cloak and draped it around Xiao'er.
Ming Jingya, who had just ascended, began to sneeze repeatedly after standing there for only a short while.
Di Shaowei followed suit, rummaging to find a white cloak to give her.