The northwestern landscape was vast and rugged.
That night, under a bright moon and few stars, Black and White Impermanence arrived silently on a remote and perilous mountain ridge.
They were surrounded by jagged, unyielding rock. Forget breathtaking scenery or rich resources that might tempt one to linger—there wasn't so much as a single bird. If it weren't for the faint, scattered lights of a village at the mountain's base, the silence was so profound it felt like they had reached the edge of the world.
Who could imagine that in modern China, a world away from any bustling metropolis, there could exist a place so far behind the times—so desolate and forgotten?
