Longji Snow Mountain.

The snow-capped mountains stand under a deep black sky. The black night contains the ultimate darkness of the Teyvat continent, and also contains the brightest stars of the Teyvat continent.

Some of the ice on the snow-capped mountains are like sharp knives, and you can still feel its sharpness even from a distance of several miles. Some are like budding snow plums, with ripples and horns, and different shapes.

A petite figure walked in the snow carrying a fiery red spear.

Surrounded by a sheet of white snow, her red figure looked very eye-catching.

Naturally, Hu Tao left a note and left the Hall of Purity. At this moment, she stopped, leaving a row of dark footprints behind her.

Slowly stretching out her little hand, the snowflakes fell on her palm and quickly melted, leaving only a trace of coldness. Her walnut red lips moved slightly, the heat drifted away in the wind, and her beautiful plum blossom eyes bloomed with a gentle smile.

"The last time I saw this snowfield was two years ago."

"I also want to come and see it with Wanwan."

"But before that, I have something I have to do."

"Mr. Zhongli, you don't need to persuade me."

A golden light flashed, and Zhongli's figure appeared in front of the Walnut God. He looked at the Walnut in silence for a long time.

"When did you become convinced?"

Hutao looked back in the direction of Liyue, where was the person she cared about most.

A smile appeared on her pretty face, and Hu Tao said playfully: "If I said I knew it before I was born, would Mr. Zhongli believe it?"

Zhongli would be skeptical if anyone said this, but if Hu Tao said it, the meaning would be completely different.

Hutao's growth has always been full of legends.

At the age of three, he stood on his head and endorsed books, and read through the famous books. At the age of six, he skipped school on certain days, snuck into the coffin and slept soundly. At the age of eight, he stayed in the hall and studied the numbers of funerals.

She succeeded her as the head of the Hall of the Past at the age of thirteen, and the first funeral she took over was her grandfather, who loved her the most.

That is, the seventy-fifth generation master of the Rebirth Hall.

The Hall of Rebirth held a high-standard funeral for the seventy-fifth generation hall master. The whole process was arranged according to the old man's will and was managed by Hu Tao. Hu Tao, who was only thirteen years old and had not yet become the hall master, took care of everything by one person.

However, he can do everything meticulously and satisfy the ceremony attendants.

In Zhongli's opinion, Hu Tao is the strongest and most unique leader of the Purana Hall in thousands of years.

"So why choose this time?"

Hutao now has a happy family, with her doting husband Xiang Wan, and two smart, lively and lovely children. This should be the most difficult time to let go and make up her mind.

Why is it happening now?

Zhongli didn't understand.

Hu Tao has a completely different view on this.

As the world thought, Hutao now has a happy family, with a husband who dotes on her like a child, and a pair of lovely children.

Carrot will live a carefree life, while Sunflower has gone to the mountains to practice meditation and work hard to become the 78th generation master of the Rebirth Hall.

Then this was the moment when she made up her mind to let go.

"Because I finally crossed that threshold three days ago."

"Do you have to go?"

"certainly."

"This trip is bound to be difficult."

"I will use my butterfly fire to turn them all to ashes."

Zhongli sighed, not even his family could make Hutao make the slightest concession, which meant that Hutao had made up his mind.

"Xiang Wan agrees?"

Hu Tao's cheeks were slightly red, and at this moment, she actually showed a shy look that only a little daughter can have.

This was what Zhongli couldn't understand the most. He couldn't understand why Xiang Wan agreed.

"Wanwan, he loves me the most~"

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Chapter completed!