On the Reflection Cliff of Suspending Pot Peak, the mountain ridge connects to the summit, surrounded by rosy clouds and guarded by rolling mountains that stretch across the horizon. The seasons here are like eternal spring.
Within the Self-Reflection Cave at the summit, intricately carved statues of the ancestors of the Yiqi and Jiang factions are enshrined on the stone walls. The brows and eyes of the statues radiate the utmost warmth and compassion, their vivid craftsmanship seeming to dispel inner shadows upon meeting their gaze, granting serenity and joy.
Outside the cave, the cliff rises steeply for thousands of feet, bordering an abyss where clouds never disperse, birds rarely perch, and the occasional golden eagle streaks through the sky amidst howling winds.
Such a perilous place is rarely visited even by insects or birds over the years, yet this morning it was unusually bustling.
