Chu Dazhuang gazed at the mountain, which took on a different kind of beauty adorned by the night.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood suspended in the air, resembling an immortal as he surveyed the scenery around him.
The sky was ablaze with stars, and the ivory-white moon hung above the deep night's canopy. Chu Dazhuang looked up, filled with emotion. In that moment, he felt as though he merged with the world around him.
At the same time, a gentle breeze caressed his face, carrying waves of intoxicating floral fragrance. Chu Dazhuang took a deep breath and immediately felt a warmth in his heart, filled with awe for the vibrant life within the woods.
He inhaled deeply the cool mountain air, feeling the vitality and breath flowing from the land. There were no glaring neon lights of the city here, no hurried pedestrians or vehicles. There was only stillness and the beauty of nature.
Chu Dazhuang shifted his gaze and nodded in satisfaction.