With silver waterfalls hanging upon its vigorous cliffs, Mount Kunlun was majestic, grand and vast; comparable to a flight of sleeping dragons from the ancient times.
However, within the mountains existed a huge diversity of prominent yet peaceful scenery.
Chu Feng walked along the small mountain path, enjoying the various sweet fragrances originating from a diverse mixture of unknown flowers and grass.
His steps were light and relaxed; he looked forward to meeting the two oxen soon.
The small path took him farther and farther into a gigantic valley. From afar, he noticed the beautiful scenery. The grass and leaves were comparable to jade sculptures, pure and spiritual.
The whole valley was extremely silent as if it was isolated from the world.
Chu Feng continued forward, enjoying the scenic valley.
The purple woodpecker appeared just outside the valley, observing his image disappear into the valley. A cold smile appeared on his face as if he were looking at a dead man.
