Even in modern society, there are still remote and isolated wildernesses.
Here, there are no concrete jungles, no noisy crowds, only thickets of shrubs, birds, beasts, fish, and insects, all still abiding by ancient laws of nature.
The strong prey on the weak, struggling to survive.
One day.
Ringing songs echoed from the depths of the mountain forests, startling many birds, and even the fierce beasts quietly arched their bodies.
"Watching the chessboard, the woodcutting sound, leisurely walking along the clouds, selling firewood, buying wine, laughing heartily. The autumn path is high, resting under the pine roots, waking up at dawn."
"Recognizing the old forest, climbing cliffs, wielding an axe to cut dead vines."
The song resounded through the forest, carrying a sense of boldness, freedom, and being untouched by dirt.
