Ten Thousand Medicine Valley, Medicine Field Mountain.
Ning Zhuo walked shoulder to shoulder with Lin Shanshan on the mountain's waist.
Gazing into the distance, the afternoon sun was warm and gentle, bathing the mountains in golden light. The landscape of Medicine Field Mountain unfolded like a painting. Terraced fields cascaded down, full of green vibrance.
Amid the fields, various medicinal herbs thrived with exuberant life forces.
There were Green Spirit Grasses, emerald as jade, with fine long leaves swaying lightly in the breeze, their luster brimming.
Clusters of Purple Mist Flowers bloomed, the petals cloud-like and giving off a faint, enchanting scent, attracting bees to dance around them.
Snow Lotus Seeds were pure white like jade, sprinkled throughout the green fields, like scattered stars with a gentle glow.
Then there were Chilong Fruits, bright red as fire, with plump fruits hanging from branches, resembling small lanterns and adding vibrant colors.
