Lush vegetation flourished as mountain mist cascaded like waterfalls. Snow-white tendrils ghosted along the eaves, green hues forming the base, accented by swirls of dark yellow and black. The stone steps glistened, shrouded in a thin layer of white fog.0

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A cloth boot stepped through the mist, revealing the intricate patterns etched into the stone steps. A man in a feathered robe wore white silk tied around his forehead. His bearing was already elegant, and iridescent light shimmered at the corners of his eyes, striking awe in all who beheld him.0

The young man beside him followed half a step behind, slightly bowing with a respectful tone as he spoke softly, "Peak Master, Changtian Peak seems rather bare. Perhaps we could have some people arrange furnishings… it would help maintain appearances…"0

"No need." The trailing end of Li Xizhi’s white silk fluttered in the wind. Behind him, flowing clouds painted a picturesque scene, and the immortal peak pierced the heavens like a sword. He turned his head slightly and said softly, "I appreciate the thought, but I...0