After crossing the cliff,
Chen Yun took big strides towards the depths of Qinling.
The usually timid silly dog Bai Jin might have also developed some courage along the way because of Chen Yun's carefree behaviors.
Perhaps it was also because Qinling, this deep into nature, had awakened some innate instincts in Bai Jin's genes.
In any case, Bai Jin was excitedly sniffing around in this unexplored primeval forest.
Chen Yun, carrying his backpack, slowly followed behind, also taking a lively interest in the surroundings.
Beyond the cliff, the depths of Qinling presented a magnificent landscape quite different from Sichuan and Jiangnan.
Here, there was neither the delicate grace of Jiangnan's water towns nor the rugged beauty of the Sichuan Basin, but it had its own rough and wild charm.
The mountains stretched on and on, layer upon layer like a giant dragon coiling, and the green pines and cypresses adorned them, resembling isolated sails floating in a green sea.
