Jia Chong is sitting in a secluded spot that looks out over the lush surroundings. The air is crisp, fragrant and fresh. He is surrounded by tall trees and flowering bushes. It is almost as if he is in his own little realm detached from the rest of the world. Sitting on the ground with a casual air, he appears to not have a care in the world. His long legs are crossed casually in front of him as he watches a butterfly flit from one blossom to the next.