Almost no one was in the forest, and from within the depths of the morning mist came the clip-clop of horse hooves.
As he walked down a path like that of a mountain slope, Dubian Che felt a sense of loneliness akin to marching alone on a vast prairie.
The fog was cool, and there were always birds singing nearby, occasionally accompanied by the sound of water or some other animal activity.
He passed several uninhabited villas with courtyards before arriving at a birch woodland.
He gently tugged the reins to the left, steering the horse onto a narrow path leading to a villa.
On the path, within the swirling mist of the forest, he could barely make out a figure.
The figure was bent over, examining the plants on the ground.
Hearing the sound of hooves, the person stood up, glanced over, and quickly ran back to the villa.
As Dubian Che rode closer, the thick fog cleared, and his vision became clear. He looked down and saw several beautiful mountain lilies.
