Chixia Mountain Range, an Empire borderland, a secluded paradise.
When the two landed atop the mountain, an expansive vista of verdant peaks unfolded before them. Not far away, a clear stream gently flowed, and a few wild deer were leisurely drinking, merely twitching their ears at the sight of strangers, showing not a hint of panic.
Fu Teng, emerging from the space, was momentarily struck by the magnificent scenery.
He stumbled forward a few steps, spread his arms wide, and lifted his face to let the March breeze caress him, laughing heartily, "Finally! I have finally left that dreadful place!"
Turning his back to Shen Tang, he took a deep breath, his voice trembling with excitement, "I've never been to such a beautiful place—fresh air, warm sunlight, clear streams..."
He bent down, scooping up a handful of earth, reverently sniffing it, "What fertile soil!"
