"What kind of mechanism can there be on this bare glacier?" Jiang Li reached out her hand, felt the icy wall for a while, and shook her head, muttering.
Mu Qingge surveyed the vast white world around her, also looking somewhat puzzled.
Since this is the place marked on the map, there should be some clues. 'There must be something I've overlooked,' she told herself internally.
Gathering her thoughts, Mu Qingge began her search seriously once again.
A crystal snowflake drifted down from the sky, gently landing on her forehead.
The coldness on her forehead made her look up at the boundless sky. She raised her hand and wiped away the snowflake that had melted into snowwater on her forehead.
Suddenly, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. She stared at her fingertips, where the melted snowwater had clearly remained a moment ago, but now there was no trace.
"Gone?" Mu Qingge murmured in confusion.
Her fingers showed no sign of being stained by snowwater at all.
