Ling Feng and Chao Yun walked through the mountain shrouded in morning mist, their clothes somewhat damp.
Ling Feng looked around at the vibrant, flourishing scene, and the fine morning mist flowing into his lungs made him feel even more at ease.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so close to nature, having stayed long in a highly advanced technological world, which he had long grown tired of.
Occasionally experiencing the beauty of nature like this allowed Ling Feng to often recall his original intention, remembering the days he spent in that small mountain village.
The air was just as fresh, and there was the sound of insects chirping and the scent of flowers in the air, and if he listened carefully, he could even hear the sound of a waterfall.
Ling Feng opened his Divine Sense and found that there was indeed a waterfall not far from here, and it was quite abundant.
