Xiang Kun and Jin Liufu, these two sturdy men, at this moment looked like children who had obtained the candy of their dreams, their faces flushed with excitement like ripe apples, red and striking. They hopped and skipped out of the valley, their steps as light as leaping fawns.
Throughout the journey, their laughter never ceased, the hearty laughter echoed back and forth in the valley like the mountain breeze, weaving freely, casting all worldly worries away beyond the clouds.
The surrounding valley was gently embraced by clouds and mist, ethereal as light silk, dreamlike and illusory.
Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds like golden threads, softly draping over them, adding a hint of sacred solemnity to this mysterious place, as if they had stepped into the Immortal Realm, their whole bodies radiating a gentle glow.
