The snow-white waterfall surged from the mountain stream of Taichu Peak, rushing downwards, the mountains perilous, making the stream turbulent.
Rumble...
The turbulent stream and waterfall crashed into a lake in the forest formed over countless years, as if all rivers ultimately leading to the sea, eventually filling the lake.
Amidst the pervasive mist, spray splashed along the shore, where lush greenery and a blend of floral scents prevailed.
On sunny days, the warm breeze brings the scent of wheat, green shadows and secluded grass more captivating than flowers in bloom.
The croaking of frogs, chirps of cicadas, clouds rolling and unrolling, Xia Ming sat by the shore, gloomily poking the moist soil with a branch: "So hungry..."
Clearly, Senior Brother promised to cook when they were in Nanzhuo Domain, but he left again without even staying for a day upon returning.
