Master's literary skills were unparalleled, his new work praised by all under heaven.
With a flick of his sleeve, he opened the white clouds to reveal the plain zither, playing it to the tune of the Three Gorges' flowing springs.
A stream descended from the heavens, surging ceaselessly, flanked by steep green mountains. Here, the river journeyed from the Northern Lands, deep in snow throughout the year, rushing onward to loop around this area for more than a thousand miles. The towering cliffs and exquisite scenery were truly magnificent.
A light boat approached from beyond the mountains.
There was no boatman aboard; instead, a dashing young woman stood at the bow. She was only seventeen or eighteen but possessed an extraordinary presence, having the delicate features typical of women from Jiangnan Road, yet an air of courage rivaling any man's.
She carried a long blade on her back.
