However, Wang Daniu was only paying attention to the situation ahead.
He was completely unaware that danger lurked behind him.
By the time Wang Daniu realized there was a problem with his circumstances, it was already too late.
Suddenly, the hazy black mist in front of his eyes began to dissipate little by little.
Wang Daniu knew there was no turning back, so instead of trying to return the way he came—which seemed impossible—he calmed his mind and continued along the mountain road. After an unknown period, the black mist and marsh gas slowly vanished, replaced by the beautiful village Wang Daniu had longed for.
The faces of the people here were filled with joyous smiles, everyone was singing and dancing, and they even made special prayers and wishes for the elderly. Everywhere was a thriving and harmonious scene, quite different from the country of A-san as the rumors described.
This was the kind of life Wang Daniu longed for the most.