From the stone monument on the official road, heading north for sixty kilometers, the loamy colors abruptly gave way to lush greenery. The dense mountain forest was especially eye-catching at the borders of Yong Province.
Following the valley tracks deep into the mountains and walking about one kilometer, a mountain carved into the shape of a statue suddenly came into view.
The towering statue of the Divine Farmer stood tall among the mountain ridges, overshadowing the surrounding peaks, signifying to whom the land belonged.
Here, was the ancestral land of the Jiang family.
At this moment, under the shadow of the statue, an elderly man clad in hemp lay leisurely on a slab of bluestone, his long gray hair flowing freely, giving him a feral aura. Yet, the middle-aged man fanning him, dressed in fine clothes, exuded an unmistakable air of nobility.
