Chapitre 133: A Short Wintery Visit

"This place sure is huge…."

I couldn't help but mumble in awe as I stood at the base of the snow-capped Misty Mountains.

The sight before me was nothing short of breathtaking.

The mountains stretched up into the sky, their peaks lost amidst swirling clouds of icy mist.

The sheer scale of the range was overwhelming, and I felt a shiver run down my spine—not just from the biting cold, but from the grandeur of the landscape itself.

Even though I hadn't begun my ascent yet, the atmosphere around the mountain was already imposing.

The crisp, frigid air carried an almost tangible pressure, making me acutely aware of the mountain's massive presence.

I wondered if this was how seasoned climbers felt when faced with such colossal natural wonders—both exhilarated and daunted by the enormity of their challenge.