What should I do if my pet loves watching anime?

The plane landed smoothly in Xueyuan City, the largest airport city outside the Great Wall.

As soon as I stepped out of the cabin, a wave of dry, cold air, completely different from that of Linhai City, hit me. It carried the unique chill of the north and instantly dispelled the warmth inside the cabin.

The sky was a vast, deep blue, and the air was so crisp it felt like it could cleanse your lungs. In the distance, you could vaguely see the outlines of snow-capped mountains.

"Wow, the air here is so much better."

Old Hong took a deep breath, stretched his shoulders, and revealed a long-lost, exhilarating expression on his face, as if he were back on his home turf.

Grandma Hong tightened her scarf and smiled, "Old man, don't be so smug. Hurry up and get your luggage. Bei Ri and the others are waiting."

We retrieved our checked luggage, which mainly consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Hong's mountaineering equipment and some specially made supplies.

The four left the airport, boarded their pre-booked SUV, and headed deep into the Taebaek Mountains.

Along the highway, tall coniferous forests gradually replaced the plain vegetation, snow began to accumulate in shady areas, and the air grew colder and colder.

The fluffy sheep lay by the car window, curiously watching the trees covered in frost rushing past and the occasional wild creatures darting through the woods. Its breath condensed into a small patch of white mist on the glass.

Scyther sat quietly beside Gu Beiri, its eyes fixed on the ever-changing landscape outside the window and the occasional gigantic Flying-type Pokémon flying across the sky, its scythes unconsciously rubbing together lightly.

About three hours later, the SUV stopped at the entrance of a simple mountain road.

Further ahead, vehicles cannot pass.

"We've arrived. From now on, we'll have to walk the rest of the way on our own."

Old Hong got out of the car first, took out two huge hiking backpacks from the trunk, carried one on his own back, and handed the other to Gu Beiri.

"Kid, carry this on your back. Inside are our rations for the next few days in the mountains and some emergency supplies. Don't lose it."

Gu Beiri took it, feeling its weight, and neatly slung it over his shoulder.

Grandma Hong also carried a slightly smaller bag, which seemed to contain cooking utensils and some seasonings.

The three people and two elves began to climb up the winding and steep mountain path.

The mountain road was covered with thick snow, and in some places it was icy and very slippery.

Old Hong walked at the front, his steps steady, as if he were walking in his own backyard.

Grandma Hong followed closely behind, seemingly walking slowly, but always managing to keep up steadily.

Gu Beiri walked in the middle, while the flying mantis flew low behind him, occasionally poking at the rocks or tree trunks next to him with its scythe to help stabilize itself.

Last on the list is the fluffy sheep.

It was tough on its short legs; it was practically walking through snow, making the little guy miserable, but it could only grit its teeth and keep up.

As the altitude gradually increases, the temperature decreases and the air becomes increasingly thin.

A biting mountain wind began to howl, whipping up snowflakes that stung our faces like tiny ice needles.

"Pay attention to your breathing rhythm, inhale every two steps, exhale every two steps, don't rush."

Old Hong reminded him without turning around, his voice sounding somewhat faint in the wind.

"Let the Pokémon adapt to this rhythm, especially Scyther. The ability to sense and utilize airflow while flying is particularly important in this environment."

Listening to Elder Hong's words, the flying mantis slowed down the frequency of its wing flapping, trying to get its body closer to the airflow to reduce unnecessary energy consumption.

After climbing for another hour or so, the view suddenly opened up before us.

They arrived at a relatively flat glacial platform located on the mountainside.

One side of the platform is a near-vertical cliff, and the other side is a bottomless valley, offering an extremely wide view.

In the distance, the main peak of Mount Taibai shimmered with dazzling snow-white light under the sun, and a few wisps of banner clouds swirled around the summit, adding to its ruggedness and mystery.

In the center of the platform, there were several simple wooden houses built of logs and stones. They looked quite old, but were well maintained.

"We're here. This will be our campsite for the next few days." Old Hong took off his backpack and pointed to the wooden house.

"I used to stay here when I went up the mountain, and later I simply made some simple repairs."

Although simple, it was enough to keep out the wind and snow.

The cabin was simply furnished with only a few wooden plank beds, a stone stove, a rough wooden table, and a few tree stumps serving as stools.

Some dried meat strips and wild vegetables hung on the wall, and some firewood was piled up in the corner.

"These are the terms, just make do."

Grandma Hong put down her bag and quickly started a fire. Warm flames soon rose from the stove, dispelling the chill in the wooden house.

"Old woman, get something hot to eat first." Old Hong beckoned to Gu Beiri, "Boy, call the Scyther over, let's hurry up and have our first lesson."

Gu Beiri placed the fluffy sheep on a mat near the fire to warm it up and recover, then followed Old Hong out of the wooden house with the flying mantis.

At the edge of the platform, the wind became even stronger, making it almost impossible for people to stand.

Old Hong stood firm like a pine tree, pointing to a relatively open area in front of him, but the ground was covered with a thick layer of ice and was uneven.

"See that over there? The ice surface, uneven, and this turbulent wind."

Old Hong's voice was intermittent in the wind, yet exceptionally clear.

"This afternoon, your task is to stand on that ice, find your roots, and stand firm."

Flying Mantis looked in the direction Old Hong pointed.

The ice surface reflected a blinding light under the sun; its surface was uneven, with bumps and depressions.

What's more troublesome is that, due to the terrain and wind direction, the airflow there is extremely turbulent, shifting left and right, strong and weak, with the swirling snowflakes dancing wildly in the air like clusters of white ghosts.

How can one gain a foothold in such a place? And find one's roots?

This is many times more difficult than setting up the stake on the balcony of the old house yesterday!

A hint of seriousness flashed in Scyther's eyes, but even more so, it ignited a fighting spirit.

"Cha!" It nodded vigorously, flapped its wings, and flew towards the ice surface.

However, as soon as it entered that area, the turbulent airflow immediately gave it a rude awakening!

A strong gust of wind from the side struck it without warning, causing its body to tilt violently and disrupting the rhythm of its wings. The entire sprite tumbled awkwardly halfway through the air before barely managing to regain its balance, but it had already deviated from its original landing point.

"Don't fight it with brute force!" Old Hong's voice rang out. "Feel it! Guide it! Your wings aren't for you to stubbornly resist the wind! They're for you to go with the wind, adjust your posture, and use its force to deflect it!"

The flying mantis hovered in the chaotic airflow, trying to calm its breathing and recalling the body coordination and power flow it felt when it was stabilizing its stance yesterday.

It no longer tries to force its way to a certain point, but begins to subtly adjust the angle of its wings and the frequency of its flapping, sensing the direction and intensity of each airflow.

It's like a feather, not a stone.