Soon, after walking to the rear of the palace, Mo Wangchen looked around and found the scene before him was still a flat land.
Following Saint Master Yunxi, they finally reached the edge of the peak.
He saw an ancient stone staircase that extended down from the mountaintop, shrouded in immortal mist between the stairs, obscuring the view and making it impossible to see the situation below.
Walking down the stone steps, about half a quarter of an hour later, Mo Wangchen was surprised to find that there was indeed a hidden world below.
Midway down the mountain, there was also a flat land, flourishing with flowers and grass, ancient trees towering skywards, and at the very center, there was a small lake.
By the lakeside, a simple bamboo house was built, beneath the eaves sat a person, facing the lake, holding a fishing rod, quietly seated in place.
It was an old woman, with an aged face, hair looking white and dull eyes, staring motionlessly at the float on the lake's surface.
