The wonderful wind Mountain looked verdant from a distance, but when they got closer, they could hear The Sound of the Mountain wind passing through the valley from the South to the North. The sound was like the whimpering of a flute, with a bit of melody, which was the origin of the mountain's name.
It was already close to autumn, and the mountains were a little cold.
The sound of footsteps on fallen leaves gradually approached, and the three of them arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Li Chu walked quietly without a word.
Chen Zian remained silent, and his movements were a little stiff. Although he was the one who led the way to find his wife, he was the last one.
Therefore, only Wang longqi's voice could be heard from time to time.
