The surroundings were gray and hazy, with few people on the road. Vivian York looked at Mount Grolier, still shrouded in silence, and the vast expanse of the earth and sky, feeling an indescribable sensation.
This mountain has stood here for thousands of years, always silent and steadfast, witnessing the rise and fall of dynasties, experiencing countless sunrises and sunsets, enduring countless winds and rains.
Yet now, at this very moment, as she walked along the uneven mountain path, she seemed connected to the time and space of a thousand years ago.
Many, many years ago, those emperors once walked the same paths she walked, seeing the same scenery she saw.
Back then, who accompanied those emperors? Was it civil and military officials, guards and eunuchs, or beloved consorts??
As Vivian York pondered, she couldn't help but glance at Ethan Hayes, who was silently walking beside her.
Noticing her gaze, Ethan Hayes turned his head and raised an eyebrow, saying, "What's wrong??"
