East Mountain Cliffside.
A few acres of fields, planted with various medicinal herbs, emitting bursts of fresh fragrance.
In front of the fields, there is a small thatched hut.
Flowers and plants are planted in front of the hut, surrounding the house, making it exceptionally beautiful.
In front of the window, a middle-aged man in a blue robe, with his hair tied up, stands before a wooden table, holding a brush, engaged in painting.
From this perspective, the man seems to be part of a painting.
The cliffside, herb fields, thatched hut, and the man painting in front of the window together form an ink painting that looks like a masterpiece by a great artist.
At this moment, a person rushes over in a frenzy, moving extremely quickly, reaching the hut in the blink of an eye.
If someone saw this person's running speed, they would surely be astounded, exclaiming that they encountered an athletic genius. Such speed is inconceivably faster than any current sprinting champion!
