At noon.
230 kilometers deep into the wilderness, under the azure sky, the vast expanse stretched endlessly.
On the Ring Mountain Road, the off-road vehicle sped forward, snowflakes fluttering through the open windows, the biting cold wind striking faces, evoking a feeling of exhilaration and freedom.
The peaks on both sides pierced into the clouds, the ravines among the mountains twisted like sprawling dragons, exuding a deep mysterious blue. In the distance lay endless mountain ranges, like a sleeping giant, covered in snow, the scene magnificent and grand.
This road was surrounded by mountains on three sides, below was a ringed depression, at the center of which lay a glacial lake spanning several hundred square kilometers. The water was a cerulean blue, like a massive mirror reflecting the sky, stretching to the distance, merging with the horizon, responding to the call of the distant mountains.
