During the spring festival, Ning Fei rested at Bai Yuanche’s house for a few days.
When it was about time, he planned to return to Qingfeng Temple.
Lin Chu was very reluctant and said some caring words.
“Brother, I’ll go to Qingfeng Temple to see you in a few days,”Bai Yi said to him before she left.
“Then I’ll wait for you to come,”Ning Fei replied with a smile.
Then, Ning Fei drove his new car and headed straight for Qin Mountain Village.
In the afternoon, Ning Fei arrived at Qin Mountain.
Qin mountain range had just gone through a winter snow and had become covered in snow.
Every place had its own characteristics. For example, Qin mountain range. Although it was not as holy and vast as Kunlun mountain range, it was more full of vitality.
At this moment, the branches of the Qin mountain range were covered with a layer of rime. All the trees looked like crystal trees, looking exceptionally beautiful.