Xu Qinghuan followed Jiang Xingye along a winding path upwards. After walking for about two hours, they rounded a cliff and saw a golden wheat field, spanning approximately ten acres.
Additionally, there was a fish pond, with various fruit trees planted on the banks. Towards the mountain top, several terraces had been carved out, where some medicinal herbs were being grown, including a type of wild ginseng.
The mountain mist drifted gently, and a few wild wolves, upon hearing the noise, emerged from a cave. On seeing the two of them, they lazily shook their gray fur before lying back down.
A few brightly feathered birds flew through the clouds.
In that instant, Xu Qinghuan felt as if she had entered her own mysterious realm.
Staring in a daze, by the time she snapped out of it, Jiang Xingye had already dragged a wild boar to the entrance of a cave. She quickly followed along the field's ridge, incredulous, and asked, "Ay, Xingye, is this your place?"
