Atop the public cemetery.
The outermost edge was lined with a ring of cypresses, evergreen pines, and similar trees, which served as a wall.
They separated the public cemetery from the private plots.
Feng Mountain led Xiaohua, Hu Zi, and Black Hide, strolling slowly along a winding cobblestone path.
The winter wind swept past the treetops, rustling softly through the pine needles. Occasionally, a few withered leaves were caught in the breeze and settled gently into the cracks between the stones.
After a few turns, a clearing of about twenty square meters suddenly opened up before them.
The clearing was surrounded on three sides by a dense wall of trees, with layers of dark green branches and leaves forming a verdant barrier.
The other side, however, was completely open to the south, like a picture frame intentionally left for the beautiful scenery.
Xiaohua was the first to walk to the edge of the clearing, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.
