Zhao Rong took Su Xiaoxiao along the Li River, which was straight as a horizontal line.
Heading northward.
After walking for three days, the constant sound of the rushing river accompanied them day and night.
Unceasing and endless.
One day, the pair found themselves walking along the riverside.
"Look, Zhao Lang, look quickly!"
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly shook Zhao Rong's arm, hopping excitedly as she pointed ahead.
Zhao Rong raised his eyes to look.
There in the midst of the vast river stood a solitary mountain, rising abruptly between the waters.
The rolling river waters swirled around it.
It was a speck of "green" amidst the vast yellow waters of the river.
Extremely conspicuous.
"That's Little Solitary Mountain, one of the few mountain ferry ports in the Li River. Let's go."
Though the journey looked short, it took them another two days to approach it.
