In the vastness beyond the towering wall, the mountains seemed to unfurl like a secret map beckoning Xu Feng. A treasure trove crafted solely for him, an added benefit given to him on his arrival in this new world.
It held secrets, some small, some grand, a piece of hidden riches yet to be uncovered. The Dragon Chrysanthemum flowers brought back by Xuan Jian, while a prized possession to the people of Donghua, paled in comparison to the other concealed wonders nestled in Xu Feng's own backyard.
The mountains called to him, their attraction magnified as spring's vibrant pulse coursed through the air. What was once a faint murmur during the winter months had blossomed into a booming melody, a captivating invitation that pulled at his very soul, like an infectious tune that refused to be silenced.
It was like a viral song playing on repeat in his head. Annoying but addictive.
