In the picturesque valley, the mountain spirit stretched out her right hand, with immortal light swirling at her fingertips amidst lush verdancy, as a wooden staff with a huge white and green flower bud on top materialized out of thin air.
She placed the staff horizontally in mid-air, lightly jumped up, and sat slantwise on top of it. The staff then carried her, leaving a trail of the fragrance of grass and flowers as she flew towards the center of the valley.
Along the way, many residents with strange and unusual appearances paid their respects to her with bows.
"Respect to Lady Mountain Spirit!"
There were also some children who hopped and jumped towards her waving their hands, shouting her name.
"Yao Ge, come play with us."
"Sister Yao Ge—"
Yao Ge put her finger to her nose and made a funny face, huffily saying, "You should call me Lady Mountain Spirit!"
"Okay, Yao Ge!"
"Yao Ge!"
The children chased after her, calling out her name even more jubilantly.
