Li Huowang walked slowly, leaning on his crutch and leading the blindfolded Bai Lingmiao. After all, his severed leg hadn't grown back yet.
Fortunately, the ox-cart wasn't fast either. The cart, which sacrificed speed for a greater load capacity, happened to match Li Huowang's current pace.
"Is this Woman Mountain?" Li Huowang asked, squinting as he shielded his eyes to look at the distant hills. It was only upon seeing them that he finally understood why this place was called Qingqiu. There wasn't a single tree on the mountains; instead, they were covered in the same green grass that blanketed the plains.
This was likely related to how low the mountains were. There were no towering, cloud-piercing peaks here, only a series of interconnected, grass-carpeted ridges.
"Brother Li, if you look from the side, don't those hills resemble the profile of a woman lying down?" Sun Baolu pointed excitedly.
