In the midst of summer, lush little flowers lined both sides of the mountain path, their vivid colors dancing in the wind, an invigorating sight to behold.
The sun blazed overhead, scorching the earth, while cicadas incessantly called out, adding to the stifling heat of the afternoon.
At the foot of the mountain, a few bent figures could occasionally be spotted in the farmland, faces to the dirt and backs to the sky.
A tall, slender figure walked between the fields, holding an umbrella to protect from the sun. It seemed as if a cool breeze followed in her wake, even the sun above didn't feel as scorching.
The end of the field led to the entrance of Baitou Mountain. Quickly, the silhouette ascended the stairs, dwindling into a small dot.
"Is it Master Ming Jing coming back?" A middle-aged woman in the field looked up at the figure in the distance.
"It seems so. Hurry back and tell Grandpa Geng Zi, and let him bring Geng Zi up the mountain," another replied.
