Great plumes of snow drifted across the vast, seemingly boundless expanse of the sky, swallowing the world whole. Out of this immense, white wilderness, a procession slowly emerged.

The group consisted mostly of yak-drawn wooden carts and exceptionally hardy plateau ponies. The Tibetan people, wrapped tightly in their traditional garb, were obscured save for the occasional pair of eyes visible. Old villagers seated in the yak-pulled sleds turned their prayer wheels with a slow, rhythmic grace as they journeyed onward.

Among this company rode a young girl upon a yak. Despite the harsh blizzard, she sang with unrestrained joy, as if attempting to launch her melody far into the wind, straight toward the ears of the man in her heart, bearing the burden of her longing and the bitterness of unrequited affection.

No one in the procession spoke. They seemed to listen intently to the girl’s song, every face etched with a mixture of deep sentiment and remembrance, as if each were replaying their own cherished memories.

When the party drew near to Zhou Qin’s location, the Tibetan elder leading them suddenly exclaimed aloud, “Qiangbagela, look! I think there’s someone there!”

This elder was none other than Qiangbagela, a man Li Yundong had saved during his Foundation Establishment. Qiangbagela was currently leading his kinsmen back from a pilgrimage to the sacred Mount Kari, when fate, in its unpredictable manner, led them to Li Yundong’s apprentice, Zhou Qin.

Hearing the shout, Qiangbagela fixed his gaze and indeed saw a figure sitting cross-legged by the roadside, entirely encased in ice, motionless.

Qiangbagela let out a soft sigh. “I fear he has frozen to death!”

As he spoke, the singing girl ceased her tune and spurred her horse forward to stand beside Qiangbagela. Her delicate features were clouded with sorrow, and a hint of weariness shadowed her bright, liquid eyes.

This girl was Meiduo. She asked softly, “Qiangbagela, what is it?”

Qiangbagela raised his whip, pointing toward Zhou Qin by the path, and sighed again. “Pitiable soul, frozen solid!”

With that, he turned and called out to his people, “Go carry the person onto a cart. We’ll find a good spot to bury them once the snow stops!”

Meiduo curiously examined the ‘frozen’ passerby by the road. She noted that the person’s attire was unlike that of the Tibetan people; they appeared to be a Han Chinese person from the central plains.

Since meeting Li Yundong and falling for him, Meiduo had developed a fondness for the Han people out of her love for him—loving the person meant loving all things connected to them. She grasped Qiangbagela’s arm gently. “Qiangbagela, let me go. Perhaps this Han brother is not dead yet.”

Qiangbagela looked at Meiduo, seeming to understand the thoughts behind her words. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly. What nonsense! In this icy cold, wearing so little, one could freeze to death in under five minutes—let alone being encased in such a thick layer of ice?

Yet, Qiangbagela did not stop her. “Fine, Meiduo. Go take a look. But be careful not to touch the ice layer; mind you don't get frozen yourself.”

Meiduo smiled faintly. “Qiangbagela, I know. I’m not a child anymore!”

Watching Meiduo gallop forward, Qiangbagela couldn't help but murmur under his breath, “Alas, you are indeed no longer a child! Our Meiduo’s heart no longer rests upon the snowy mountains!”

Meiduo rode up alongside Zhou Qin, dismounted lightly, and bent down to look closely. At that sight, Meiduo gasped in profound shock.

She saw that the figure clad in an icy shell was, in fact, a strikingly beautiful Han sister! Even more astonishing, though the woman was completely frozen, a healthy flush still lingered on her cheeks!

This Han sister was truly alive?!

Startled, Meiduo instinctively reached out a hand to test beneath the woman’s nose. But the touch revealed absolutely no breath!

Meiduo grew perplexed. What is going on? If she were dead, her complexion wouldn't be this rosy! But if she’s alive, why no breath in her nostrils?

Seeing Meiduo frozen in place, staring at Zhou Qin, Qiangbagela called out loudly from a distance, “Meiduo, what is it?”

Meiduo turned her face and shouted back, “Qiangbagela, I don’t know! This Han sister seems not dead, yet also seems dead!”

Qiangbagela chuckled. “Meiduo, you foolish child! How can someone both seem dead and alive? Dead is dead, and alive is alive!”

Meiduo called back, her voice full of strangeness, “Qiangbagela, come look for yourself!”

Qiangbagela laughed, shaking his head. He rode forward, dismounted, and took a look. At that moment, even his seasoned eyes widened in astonishment. “This is truly strange!”

Qiangbagela also tested for breath near Zhou Qin’s nose, his surprise deepening. “What in the world? Why the rosy cheeks yet no breath?”

Meiduo observed Zhou Qin with intense concentration. After watching for a moment, she noticed that the blood vessels beneath the delicate, fair skin on Zhou Qin’s neck seemed to be moving with a faint, rhythmic pulse. Meiduo suddenly cried out, “She is alive! I saw her blood vessels beating!”

With that, Meiduo reached out to touch Zhou Qin’s face, as if to confirm her words.

But the moment Meiduo’s hand made contact with Zhou Qin, her entire body convulsed. A powerful aura surged instantly from Zhou Qin into her own body. Meiduo shook violently, just as Li Yundong had shaken when Zhou Qin touched him during his Foundation Establishment—she was instantly pulled into Zhou Qin’s Minor Thousand World.

In a daze, Meiduo felt herself standing in a bustling, modern metropolis. Like an observer, she scrolled through Zhou Qin’s entire life experience, watching the pampered daughter of a powerful family grow up, moment by moment.

Meiduo watched Zhou Qin mature, transforming from a withdrawn, stubborn child into an arrogant, self-assured young lady. She then watched as Li Yundong, who was confessing his love to her on campus, was rejected by this proud heiress without a shred of mercy.

At first, Meiduo found the pre-Golden Core Li Yundong somewhat familiar, but she failed to recognize that the previously plump, useless otaku was the very Han brother she longed for.

But when Meiduo saw Li Yundong after he had consumed the Human Origin Golden Pill and undergone his complete metamorphosis, a gasp escaped her heart: Ah, that is Han brother! What is he doing here? Does this Han sister also know Han brother? Ah, yes, Han brother once told me he deeply loved a girl. Could this Han sister be the girl he loved? Is her name Su Chan?

For Meiduo, Su Chan was a name etched into her very bones—the girl for whom Han brother had ultimately refused her.

Harboring these questions, Meiduo continued to watch the swiftly flashing images within Zhou Qin’s Minor Thousand World. She witnessed every detail of Li Yundong in Zhou Qin’s memory—the way the young man could be overwhelmingly commanding one moment and charmingly witty the next. Meiduo felt waves of admiration and longing wash over her, or she would erupt in laughter so hard her delicate frame trembled.

“So Han brother is such an interesting person…” Meiduo smiled softly watching the scenes, an uncontrollable tenderness blooming in her heart. She murmured dreamily, “I truly envy this Han sister for being able to be so happy with Han brother.”

But soon, Meiduo noticed that in this segment of Zhou Qin’s memories, there was always another girl near Li Yundong. This girl was devastatingly beautiful, captivating enough to incite envy even in other women. She always leaned close to Li Yundong, intimate and affectionate, like a petite bird nesting by its mate.

Seeing this, Meiduo felt a spike of suspicion: Could this Han sister not be Su Chan? Is this exquisitely beautiful girl the one?

Soon, Meiduo witnessed Li Yundong summoning heavenly lightning to strike down He Shao, especially the declaration, “If Heaven won't take you, I will!” This scene struck the girl watching so deeply that tears welled in her eyes, and her whole body trembled uncontrollably with excitement!

Meiduo bit her lip tightly, screaming wildly in her mind: This is a true hero! This is the true, magnificent Han brother I admire!

But when she saw Li Yundong forced to part ways with Su Chan, Meiduo could no longer hold back. Tears spilled down her face, drop by drop. In that instant, she felt the profound, sincere love between Li Yundong and Su Chan—a bond so deep that even an outsider would hesitate to sever it.

“So, Han brother has such a tender side too…” Meiduo felt as if she had grasped a real Li Yundong—one both full of boundless spirit and deep, gentle emotion.

She did not know how long she remained there, before Meiduo awoke from the visions within Zhou Qin’s Minor Thousand World. When she regained awareness, she realized her kinsmen were gathered around her, watching her with expressions of shock and alarm.

Qiangbagela stared at Meiduo with wide eyes, asking cautiously, “Meiduo, are you alright?”

Meiduo blinked. She felt a sharp chill on the corners of her eyes. She raised a hand to wipe them and realized, without meaning to, that her face was wet with tears. The tears flowing down her cheeks were already rapidly freezing into delicate ice crystals.

Meiduo smiled and replied to Qiangbagela, “I’m fine.”

Qiangbagela pointed at the frozen tear beads on her face and asked with uneasy surprise, “Why were you crying just now?”

Meiduo laughed. “Was I crying? Qiangbagela, you must be mistaken. I was smiling!”

Qiangbagela’s expression became even more peculiar. “Then what were you smiling about?”

Meiduo smiled tenderly. “I… I was smiling… because I truly have never loved the wrong person! This Han brother… is truly worthy of love!”

Qiangbagela inwardly smiled bitterly: This Meiduo is completely lost, deeply afflicted! Her soul has been stolen away by the Han youth! Even the Living Buddha couldn’t call her spirit back now!

Meiduo murmured dreamily, “Qiangbagela, I’ve decided… I’m going to Tiannan City to find him. I’m going to enroll in his school!”

Qiangbagela gave a wry laugh. “Meiduo, you’ve told the snowy mountains and the Heavenly Gods that a thousand times! What good will it do to look for him? Do you intend to break up him and his lover?”

“It won’t do anything,” Meiduo chuckled, a different kind of light flashing across her brow. “Just seeing him from afar would satisfy me!” And at that very moment, Zhou Qin stirred faintly, emitting a soft moan.

Meiduo’s face lit up with overwhelming joy. “Oh, the Han sister is awake!”