Long Qiu pushed through the thicket, parting the wild grass, to see a shallow ditch underfoot like a serpent, winding to the foot of a nearby mountain — an isolated and ice-cold southern winter forest, where colors shifted in an instant.
The mountain was not high, measuring less than a hundred zhang in height, and less than a hundred li in circumference, its stark and rigid form was edged with sharp angles. Composed of black, white, red, blue, and yellow rocks, not a blade of grass grew, its barrenness was bizarre.
The qi of the Five Elements surged from all directions, and upon reaching this place, got absorbed by the mountain peak, accumulating and attaching itself. Yet the Yin and Yang energies flowed unobstructed, mingling and converging on the mountain, intertwining for moments before flowing away separately.
"Indeed, this is a treasure land. Your proximity to this mountain truly is a natural advantage," Long Qiu exclaimed.
