They call such a place a Seongyeong or Mureungdowon—a hidden paradise, a land so beautiful it could be the realm of immortals.
This place, however, was no mere Bi-ui. It was paradise itself.
A soft birdsong trilled from the branches of a nearby tree, where a small, colorful bird was perched.
The gentle rustle of grass followed the movements of deer with gleaming, glossy coats, grazing peacefully without a care. They paid him no mind, even as
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