Arriving at the most renowned Maple Viewing Pavilion, Wufu finally felt she could stand at a high place and overlook the small mountains.
The pavilion was a hexagonal one, each corner hung with bronze bells marked with Evil-Repelling Talismans. When the wind blew, the bells inside gently collided, producing a sound that was not clear but rather prolonged.
Leaning on the wooden railing, Wufu looked down at the temple below. The setting sun shone on the splendid spire, making it even more dazzling, piercing the eyes.
She squinted slightly and shifted her gaze to the large maple forest, which was now deep autumn. The maple leaves were as red as blood, and some leaves floated down gently with the breeze.
Wufu turned her head to look at the other side of the rocky mountain, the scenery there far more appealing to her than the blood-red foliage on this side.
Suddenly feeling a weight on her shoulders, Wufu turned slightly; it was Ah Jiu who draped a thin cloak over her.
