As she went deeper, the space first became utterly dark, but a glow shone faintly in the distance ahead.
She walked over and passed through the curtain of light.
There, she saw four colors of crystal-clear mushrooms as towering as giant trees.
Great flocks of plump birds with a lazy air swept past, crystalline ore growing along their backs, beautiful and graceful.
A swarm of bees flew by. These bees were exceptionally unique, formed from lines like golden engraved floral patterns. They had wing arrangements similar to butterflies', but no stingers; in their place was a tiny fluffy tail like a cotton swab.
A rich scent of nectar drifted from the hives hanging on the mushroom trees.
Multicolored mushroom flowers, like jellyfish, were scattered through the mine by bursts of underground warmth. Their colors were beautiful, their brightness just right.
Translucent mushroom fruits radiating warm light grew upon the mushroom trees, illuminating the whole stretch of land.
Amid the mushroom trees were many steam lakes, like lakes of water but composed entirely of heavy vapor.
The ground was split in many places, and great quantities of neat, naturally formed square-brick-shaped red mushroom ore emerged from the cracks, a sign of rich mineral deposits.
What entered Jiang Han's eyes was such a strange and wondrous tableau that she could not help plucking her strings and drawing her sword-bow. Spring, First Movement sprang to life.
A perfect place. If I ever want to retire someday, I could consider building a little vacation cabin here and becoming a reclusive Witch... she thought lightly. She put away Lake Light and her sword-bow, though she left musical notes stored all around her.
When she had played Spring, First Movement just now, she had already used magic-infused sound waves to probe the surroundings. There were no