C195 Snow Sees Fog

Xue Jianyun and Ye Yun stepped onto the battlefield on the platform.

She opened the white oil-paper umbrella in her hand. The surface of the umbrella, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, was painted with ink, mountains, and rivers. White clouds swirled, and clouds filled the air. It was a black mountain peak.

Ye Yun, Fellow Daoist