C82 There Was an Old Library in the Mountains

The delicate morning light pierced through the forest gaps, casting a soft glow over the serpentine mountain trail. An old yellow ox, plodding along, pulled a cart up the path with steady resolve.

The morning sun's golden rays sanctified the mountainous route.

Such paths were treacherous, and even the most majestic of horses would struggle to haul a cart here. Only an old ox