Yang Qing's earlier downcast look instantly evaporated when he saw the sight before him.
"I will meet you here in two days. Take care, Judge Yang Qing," said Cui Feng.
"Yes... Yes... Two days," said Yang Qing, sounding slightly dazed.
He didn't even register Cui Feng leaving, as his entire attention was captivated by the scenery before him. He was like a mesmerized victim held captive by a siren's tune.
How could he not, with the sight before him?
Before him stood a towering mountain that seemed to touch the heavens themselves, its peak shrouded in fog that whispered secrets of things untold. The fog glowed with a delicate golden hue from the early morning sunlight, casting an ethereal charm over the mountain.
Because of the early hour, the air was crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of wet grass and rich soil, along with the fragrant allure of wildflowers.