The sky was vast, the wilds boundless.
The military convoy sped along the straight highway. Du Yu gazed at the endless grassland on either side, his heart filled with a faint sense of foreboding.
Beautiful—undeniably beautiful.
But it was kind of too beautiful, like this road was leading straight to heaven.
Alright, when you look at the world with a sense of impending doom, everything seems to be saying goodbye to you.
"Langu Mountain." Du Yu spoke softly. Beneath the faraway blue sky, mountain ranges twisted and turned like dragons and phoenixes. "Master Qing, are we heading into the mountains?"
"Mm." Yang Qingqing answered quietly, gazing off into the distance, her expression a little lost.
Langu Mountain was distinctly layered, roughly divided into three sections from top to bottom.
At the top, snowy and immaculate; the middle, bristling with jagged peaks and dense woods; the bottom, meadows and river valleys awash with wildflowers.
