The Legend of the Wh

His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,The green mountains rise in layers, towering and hidden by the sun. Their verdant peaks are steep and imposing, shrouded in mist and cloud. Streams meander through valleys, cascading into waterfalls that spray water droplets high into the air. Monkeys chatter from the trees, fish leap in the streams, and white egrets soar effortlessly through the azure sky. It's a breathtakingly beautiful scene, like a painting or a fairyland.,First to be intentionally forgotten was the name carried from a past life. This life as a snake no longer needs its old identity.。