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West wind sighs, voices draw near; the ancient road winds through bleak mountains beneath dark clouds, with nowhere to return when looking back.
The Yi River flows, the Luo River flows, winding past the Copper River into the unknown, leaving only wisps of sorrow on the road ahead.
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After days of overcast skies and rain, the sun finally broke through, traversing the thick clouds, appearing and disappearing in fits and starts.
Wu North is a mountainous region, and with the relentless rain, the already difficult mountain paths had become even muddier and more treacherous.
Copper Mountain is steep, bordered by rocky cliffs on the left and precipices on the right. Decades ago, local officials, determined to open a route to connect the north and south, mobilized the common people to carve a passage directly through the cliffside, which came to be known as the Copper Mountain Plank Road.
"Coo-coo~ Coo-coo~"
A turtle dove flying overhead nonchalantly dropped a dollop of excrement, which drifted on the wind and landed right on An Xin’s nose.
An Xin wiped the bird droppings off with his sleeve, looking up at the wretched bird flying away, speechless.
"Once I cross this mountain, I should reach the Copper Mountain Post Station, right?"
An Xin was dressed in a cyan long gown, carrying a camouflage hiking backpack. A climbing rope hung from his waist, and he gripped a telescopic baton in his hand. The black boots on his feet were coated in layer upon layer of thick mud, making every step feel increasingly heavy.
He scraped th