This was a scene as enchantingly beautiful as a dream, where everything gently swayed with the breeze; precious and exotic plants were everywhere, and fearless, clever little nameless animals scurried about. In the distance, mountains and mists formed mysterious and ancient silhouettes like those in ink paintings. The grass and trees in front resembled a magnificent spread canvas, with a gentle breeze carrying a slight floral fragrance brushing against the face, intoxicating with every breath.
The clear, bright sky cast splendid radiance, shining on a group of people walking through this fantastical scenery.
This was not Heaven, but near Avalon's core, covered by Dingdang's power, which had sprouted this Quiet Wind Garden overnight.
