Da Xuan, Dissociative Mountain.
The mountain towers thousands of meters high, cleaved as if by a giant blade, piercing the firmament.
On the perilous mountain path half-way up, two youths are making their way, one following the other.
The one in front is a lean young man, wearing a straw hat, his features firm and resolute.
The boy behind him looks a few years younger, but is physically robust, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and an honest demeanor.
At this point, the larger of the two boys wipes the sweat from his forehead and sits down, "Second brother, let's take a break," he gasps, "We've been walking all day, I can't go any further."
The slender boy hands him a water bottle, "There are occasionally wild beasts roaming in these mountains, resting here is not safe. I know of a secluded cave not far ahead. If you're really tired, we can rest there."
