A fresh, fragrant wave of Wood Spirit Qi, brimming with vibrant life, washed over him, refreshing his mind and spirit.
Lin Changheng looked out. The peak wasn't precipitous; instead, it was graceful and gentle. Its slopes rose and fell softly, covered in a lush, dripping green. Countless strange flowers and exotic grasses he couldn't name grew in dense profusion.
A winding stream flowed down from the mountainside like a jade belt, its gurgling waters pleasing to the ear. With Spirit Deer appearing and disappearing among the trees and mountain birds roosting, the scene was one of peace and tranquility.
"This way, please."
Xiang Yuanshan led the way.
"Alright."
The two had already landed on the peak. Ahead of them, exquisite pavilions and halls were scattered in a well-ordered arrangement. They were built primarily in simple, elegant white and natural wood colors, blending perfectly with the surrounding scenery to create a secluded yet refined atmosphere.
