It was a rare occasion for them to venture out for leisure and exercise, and excitement permeated the group. As the mountain path gradually grew rugged and overgrown with weeds, fatigue failed to dampen their spirits.
In the depths of the winter mountains, the stark and desolate scenery instilled a profound sense of chill and solemnity.
As the sky brightened, a wet white fog gently cascaded along the mountain ridges with the morning breeze, creating an ethereal veil. The emerald hues of the mountains enveloped by this mist exuded a serene beauty reminiscent of paradise.
Despite the winter season, the intermediate mountains resonated with the melodious chirping of numerous birds. Their cheerful tunes reverberated through the ancient forest, infusing the travelers with renewed vitality and dispelling fatigue.
Anze Province seldom experienced snow, save for occasional moderate falls every few years.
