The palace amidst the mountains loomed ethereal, radiating an aura of mystery.
The sound of rushing water echoed; it was the mountain waterfall cascading down like the Milky Way, sparkling and translucent under the sunlight, like a ribbon of crystal. At the foot of the mountain, the waterfall stirred up waves upon waves, and the mist shrouded the air, forming a pond at the base.
The white jade-like stepping stones were laid across the pond, each stone placed not too far from the next, about a step's distance apart, leading upwards along the rugged cliffs, carving out a continuous path of white jade stairs that vanished into the misty haze above.
And on either side of the stepping stones, upon the surface of the pond, bloomed lotus flowers, rippling and shimmering, so very beautiful.
Xiang Jinghong found himself captivated by this scene.
