In the southern hemisphere of Frost-Mirror Star stood the Thousand-Mirror Glacier Range—fifty-mile-long mountain slopes covered in three feet of pristine, powdery white snow, leading down to the vast, frozen surface of Mirror-Heart Lake.
For thousands of years, the three billion native citizens of Frost-Mirror Star had regarded these southern snow mountains as a cursed wasteland. The slopes were too steep to climb, the lake ice was ten feet thick, and the wind howled at minus two hundred degrees.
Today, however, Ye Guhan stood at the summit of the highest southern peak wearing a pair of sleek dark-jade snow goggles over his railway conductor’s cap.
SWISH-SWISH-SWISH!
With three effortless flicks of his rusty iron ticket-ruler, Ye Guhan carved twenty smooth, winding downhill trails across the fifty-mile snow mountain—from a gentle green slope for mortal children and grandmothers, to a near-vertical black-diamond cliff drop for Golden Core and Nascent Soul daredevils!
Down at the base of the mountain beside Mirror-Heart Lake, Pei Xuan stood with Abacus Su, Hong Ling, and Chief Core Disciple Lin Han, who was leading fifty thousand newly recruited Frost-Mirror local builders wearing their bright red Self-Heating Fleece Long Johns.
“Mayor Pei,” Lin Han asked curiously, pointing up at the winding snow trails Ye Guhan had just groomed. “Why did Inspector Ye carve roads going straight down the steepest cliffs? Cargo sleds will flip over if they go down that fast!”
