After climbing up the mountain ridge, the scene unfolding before Fang Yi's eyes filled him with a quiet sense of pleasant surprise. At first glance, the contour of the village nestled in the river valley plain below bore a striking resemblance to Baijia Village. Yet, autumn here possessed a breathtaking, magnificent beauty!
Only now did Fang Yi truly understand why Zhang Yao was so passionate about painting! Confronted with such a fairyland-like vista, even he—a martial man who had never held a paintbrush in his life—felt the urge to stroke a few lines onto canvas.
They began their descent. Zhang Sheng and his wife led the way, walking single file along the winding mountain path, with Fang Yi following closely behind.
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