It was the end of winter, with the weather cold and the sky bleak. The mountains were frozen and the clouds were still, and as Chen Ping'an looked around, all that entered his gaze was an endless expanse of silence and desolation.1

This was the color of the world, something that certainly couldn't be appreciated when one peered down at the vast lands from atop immortal ships. It was because of this that cultivators in the mountains didn't understand the harsh winters and blazing summers of the world.0

The hiking pole in Chen Ping'an's hand, which he had refined using the immortal mantra of the Green Roving Palace, was verdant green in color, causing the golden lightning whip to appear more like a bamboo whip instead. This was because the hiking pole would be far too eye-catching if it were a dazzling gold. However, this roughly formed ghost-striking whip that had only undergone initial refinement could easily return to its original form once Chen Ping'an deactivated a certain restriction.3

There was one good thing about the Northern Complete Reed Continent, and the fact that people only spoke a single official dialect, meaning no need to worry about being unable to communicate with other people. This was as opposed to the Eastern Treasured Vial Continent and the Parasol Leaf Continent where there were countless official dialects and local dialects in each nation, making it extremely difficult to communicate when traveling around the continent.0

Chen Ping'an walked to the foot of the mountain, and there was still not a single person in the surroundings. He gently pinched a Yang Energy Illumination Talisman between two fingers, and saw that it was burning at a normal speed, meaning that it was unlikely for there...3