At the edge of the cliff, there's a robust ancient pine tree, an ideal spot to pause and admire.
Ban Jie, accompanied by several maidservants, descended from the mechanism's flying contraption, landing beneath the ancient pine.
The tree roots sprawled across the crevices of the rocks, its branches thrusting into the sky, with emerald cover like clouds filtering fragments of golden sunlight.
Ban Jie came here deliberately, shedding her usual luxurious attire for a simple moon-white broad robe, draped over with a translucent shark silk shawl of the same color, looking leisurely.
The mountain wind stirred her broad sleeves, and for a moment, her garments fluttered as if she would fly away with the wind.
Ban Jie gazed into the distance, only to see the sea of clouds extending over ten thousand miles, billowing like waves, occasionally forming into snow peaks, sometimes scattered like flying feathers, with sunlight pouring atop, flowing with molten gold and broken jade-like radiance.
