The sun has just risen.
Numerous clouds, resembling sweet potatoes, float quietly over Wudang Mountain, their yellowish hue contrasting with the blue sky, directly above the shining Wudang Golden Summit.
At this time, it is the morning practice for Wudang disciples, with sword light dazzling on the Golden Summit and Sword Qi cutting through the air.
Hundreds of Wudang elite disciples practice swordsmanship under the lead of the chief senior disciple, while the Wudang Seven Sons, including Song Yuanqiao, stand by observing and instructing, with impressive momentum.
