Entering the depths of the mountain, the scenery became vibrant, tranquil, and enchanting. The air felt noticeably fresher, infused with a gentle fragrance of wood that mingled with the crisp moisture in the atmosphere, rejuvenating the senses.
Colorful and picturesque mountains stretched endlessly before Qiao Xuan's eyes.
"The renowned beauty of Fayun Temple's back mountains is truly well-deserved! Masters, cultivating in such a setting and being able to witness this scenery every day must contribute to your extraordinary aura!"
Qiao Xuan exclaimed with a smile, withdrawing her gaze only to discover that the Master who had guided her had vanished.
The forest remained peaceful, filled with the melodic chirping of birds. The autumn season was in full swing, showcasing the stunning leaves that fluttered like butterflies in the wind. Qiao Xuan found herself alone amidst the mountains.
