The majestic Kunlun Foothill stands tall on the land of Huaxia, its head touching the blue sky, its feet on royal soil.
Unchanged for centuries, it has witnessed the rise and fall of this nation.
At this moment, deep in the dense forest of Kunlun Foothill, two figures are moving slowly.
"Can't do it, I really can't walk anymore." A young man in a jacket plopped down on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk, panting heavily.
"Seriously, I knew I shouldn't have brought you here." The speaker is a young girl, dressed in ginger-colored hiking gear, carrying a bulging backpack, using a stick as a cane, she glanced at the man with blame.
Muttering under her breath, she nevertheless stopped, sat down beside him, took out water and hardtack from her bag, and handed it to him: "Here, eat this to regain your strength, otherwise, if you die here in the deep mountains, I won't be retrieving your body."
