When the final character was written, all the ink characters on the painting dispersed, and a colorful, poetic, dream-like traditional Chinese painting unfolded before her, depicting the Taoyuan described in the text.
Sang Que tried to touch the painting with her hand, and it rippled like water. Sang Que pressed her whole hand downward, and an instant suction force pulled her in.
Once she regained her footing, she realized she was inside the painting. The surroundings maintained the style of the traditional painting, not resembling the real world.
The feeling was very peculiar, and she remained on guard as she explored the area.
This place did not suppress her own powers, nor was it cold.
A gentle breeze blew, with the fragrance of peach blossoms refreshing her senses.
The area was not large, just a hillside in front of the mountain, a few houses, several plots of farmland, a peach grove, and a lake.
