At the back mountain, amidst the red peach and green willows, it was like an otherworldly garden. All sorts of flora were thriving, including crowded buds on the verge of blooming, with pearly dew rolling across the leaves. Threads of mist hung in the air, which together with the sunlight shining through them, were comparable to the most elegant of dancers. All of this gave this whole place a transcendent aura akin to an immortal’s abode, free from the dust of the mortal world.
A pavilion sat on the edge of the gushing stream, beside it was a small bridge that was built across the flowing waters.
Chu Feng stood there admiring the views. It was as if an immortal painting had come to life, and the clear and fragrant air was able to clear one’s heart of its troubles. It was truly a suitable place for mental cultivation.
He walked through this lush and vibrant back mountain and arrived at a holy land that was brimming with vitality.
