Distant mountains were stacked upon each other, and a white mist gently rose up between the valleys. A Jade Belt Waterfall cascaded down following the mountain's profile, its water spraying over rocks and shattering like broken jade.
Ginseng grew all over the mountains and fields. A pair of white cranes circled and hovered next to the Jade Belt Waterfall. Their feathers pure white, a touch of crimson on their crowns, they let out a series of celestial sounds like music.
The illusions bursting forth from under the cotton tree were also the places Zhou Ziang most yearned for during the thousands of days and nights.
