Seeing this was just the beginning. When the helicopter landed, they saw the endless expanse of Moon God Flowers covering the mountains, with the occasional playful rabbit or Peach Blossom Deer leisurely strolling through the valleys, nibbling on grass.
Oh, those deer—rosy and white, almost blending into the bloom of peach blossoms. Their patterns seemed as though tender petals had fallen and imprinted themselves onto their fur, and their antlers were breathtakingly beautiful beyond words.
As they were marveling, they spotted an 'elf.' She was carefully placing a freshly cut antler from a Peach Blossom Deer to the side, while several other deer, waiting patiently to have their antlers trimmed, stood obediently before her.
The antlers of Peach Blossom Deer needed to be cut—if they grew too large and heavy, the deer wouldn't be able to bear their weight. Only when they reached a certain age would the antlers stop posing such a risk, and the trimming could cease.
