[ The beautiful open land around the mountains and thick orchards full of blossoms spread out with sweet air and warmth. But right when the trees seem like they might go on forever, they stop. The winds turn too hot and oppressive, and huge stone mounds rise up, bearing the likenesses of various Buddhas as if they are guarding the area. Only a small opening between them is left as a path for people to travel through. The shadows loom, creating a strange contrast with the rest of that part of the Horizon.
Wen Kexing is outside of the beginning of the valley, scrutinizing it as if he's appraising some artistic sculpture, his hand pressed against his back. ]
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Wen Kexing is outside of the beginning of the valley, scrutinizing it as if he's appraising some artistic sculpture, his hand pressed against his back. ]
...Can it really be hell if they are all empty?