As Lian Chen diligently harvested the Sophora root, the sun began its slow descent behind the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the landscape. The shadows grew longer, and the air cooled, signalling the arrival of evening. The once bright and bustling forest around him gradually transformed into a serene and tranquil haven, the chirping of birds giving way to the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
Lian Chen, engrossed in his task, couldn't help but pause for a moment, appreciating the beauty of the setting sun that bathed the mountain in a peaceful glow. The fading light reflected off the leaves and roots, creating a mesmerizing play of shadows and light. "If only the world could always be this peaceful…" While appreciating the scenery, Lian Chen couldn't help but mumble how wonderful life would be if there were no fighting or conflict in the world.
