Life after becoming an elder was not as busy as Chen Yu had imagined; one might even call it leisurely.
Cyan Cliff Hall was situated beneath a secluded precipice on Cyan Cliff, with its back to a sheer cliff face and front overlooking a deep pool in a tranquil valley.
The hall itself consisted of a few rustic structures built from bluestone and raw timber. Their upturned eaves were covered in thick moss and vines, blending them seamlessly with the surrounding mountain rock and forest. Though inconspicuous, they possessed a tranquil and otherworldly air.
Looking through the window lattice each day, one could see a waterfall cascading down like a silver ribbon. The water roared, its spray catching the sunlight to form rainbows. Beside the falls, a sparse but well-arranged grove of plum trees was budding in the cool autumn breeze.
