If Shangri-La is a dream pursued by the world, Weixi is the real world breathing after the dream awakens. There is no bustling noise here, only the Lancang River carving the most primitive lines between the Biluo Snow Mountains and the Yunling Range. The sound of the Lisu's three-stringed lute drifts out of the villages, echoing in the valley with the calls of the Yunnan golden monkeys—Weixi is silent, yet it holds the most vivid breath of the Hengduan Mountains.