That scene was breathtakingly beautiful, even Odin, with his usual expressionless demeanor, paused to admire it for a moment.
After that, the mountain's incline further decreased, and the vegetation gradually became denser. As they ventured into the valley, it seemed they had entered the lowlands — streams of melting snow trickled over the pine needle-covered ground, winding along, eventually converging into a deep river at the valley's exit.
The river surface was quite wide, seemingly slicing through the valley, dividing the mountain into two. Odin led the way, winding along the river, and soon, the forest parted, revealing an open expanse, with sunlight seemingly streaming in from outside the brown-red trunks—
Prompting Fang Hong to instinctively raise his hand to shield his eyes.
There lay a lake.
