The trees on the distant hillside have no leaves, their branches twisted and strange, with buds about to bloom, seemingly surrounded by a white mist.
No one has ever ventured to this place, caution is absolutely necessary.
One wrong step and you could die here, it's truly bizarre.
Cheng Xiaoxiao's vibrant, youthful face holds a tenuous smile as she sighs silently.
"The more beautiful something is, the more toxic it is."
With a heart full of vigilance, she cautiously advances, her Five Senses extending outward, not missing a single anomaly.
All the scenery is quietly still, with no unusual occurrences.
Peaceful and beautiful.
Across the lake, something strange is flickering. Vaguely, a slope appears, covered in a boundless expanse of herb fields, steaming with auspicious light, fragrant flowers, brilliantly colored, halos spreading, fog enveloping, making the entire herb field seem both real and illusionary.
