The setting sun is like blood, painting the endless mountains with a golden-red sheen, illuminating the mountain's body, even the wild grass between stone cracks exuding a slight warm glow.
In the resplendent sunset, dots emitting vari-colored glows dart across the sky, destination unknown.
The mountain wind blows, occasionally releasing a soft 'woo woo' sigh.
Two figures, one in front, one behind.
At this moment, they are walking along a small path in the fields, bordered by shoulder-high rice paddies on both sides.
The man walking in front is wearing a light gray Daoist robe, appearing around twenty years old, with thick eyebrows and well-defined facial features, a sense of heroism evident between his brows.
The person behind is taller, but looks odd, with no hair, no beard, no eyebrows.
His bald head connects to his neck, covered in densely packed black lines, which might give people a sense of dizziness just looking at it.
