On Jade Bamboo Peak, a gentle breeze rustled the emerald bamboo leaves, creating a soft rustling sound.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

The small building where Zhao Yanran lived was surrounded by spiritual flowers and rare herbs, exuding a faint fragrance.

Zhao Yanran briskly walked out of the building, her face unable to hide her joy.