In ancient Huaxia, there were the records of the Peach Blossom Spring which documented a region that was cut off from the rest of the world. It didn't have any communication with the external world, had its own relationships and ethos, and existed independently from the rest of the world.
Even if a person had entered it and left behind some brief records, it was impossible to find the place again.
This was the feeling that Feng Lin had now.
He took a step forward and the spiritual fog dispersed. A vast scene appeared before him as if it was an entirely different world.
The mountain valley was very deep; no one would think that there was another world here. It was a small place with green mountains and clear water.
The ginseng baby let out a cheer and ran over happily, twisting its small butt while crying out in a babyish voice.
