The Blue Sky, the Black Earth.
On the Verdant Mountain Peak, a wind blew, swaying the grass and trees. At the same time, the mountain peak also sat there, looking into the distance. The figure’s clothes fluttered, and his long hair fluttered, making him look elegant.
At the foot of the mountain peak was a depression. Some wooden houses and people lived there. It was like a village.
The village was not large. There were only a few dozen houses and less than a hundred people living there. It looked very peaceful, as if the entire village was filled with joy.
Looking down from the top of the mountain, one could see three to five children running around the village, laughing. Occasionally, they would raise their heads and secretly look at the top of the mountain.