This was a tranquil valley, enclosed by mountains on three sides.
Qin Fang had followed Elder Fan Zhengchu down the mountain. After walking for over an hour, they had finally arrived at this place.
Spiritual energy, rich and gentle, suffused the valley.
A few halls and pavilions built from dark wood and bluestone were scattered about, giving them an air of simple, steady antiquity.
A clear stream meandered through, its waters murmuring. Now and then, a silver-scaled fish would flick its tail, and a kingfisher would skim across the surface.
A light mist veiled the woods, where squirrels could be seen leaping between branches. Colorful butterflies fluttered about like living jewels, and from further away, the faint, crisp chirping of birds could be heard...
This beautiful scenery, so full of vibrant life, made Qin Fang's eyes light up.
'This valley's scenery... it's a painting in itself, no need for any embellishment.'
Just looking at it calmed the heart.
