Mystic Peak stands at an elevation of 9,970 feet, with clouds and mist swirling around its slopes, making it look like a heavenly realm.
As the setting sun dipped below the horizon, a thin layer of golden light painted the sea of clouds.
Although William and the others were deep in the mountains, Alice had chopped down a hundred large trees nearby, offering an unobstructed view of the breathtaking scenery.
"Ah!! It's so beautiful!"
Alice stood atop a tree trunk, couldn't help but spread her arms and shout out loud. The wind swept through her long hair, and amidst the swirling mist, she looked like a figure from a beautiful painting.
William, in no hurry, closed the book in his hands, glanced at Alice, and casually remarked, "Finished chopping?"
"All done! All done! Exactly a hundred trees!" Alice turned to William and said, "Master, come and see, the view is so beautiful!"
