The sky was dim.
Streets and alleys were shrouded in surreal and bizarre visions.
The current Teaching Daoist Temple, known in ancient times as "Kou Xian Sect" of the Heavenly Sword Sect, was mortals' sole access to the sect.
But who would have thought the Kou Xian Sect would devolve into an uncanny and inexplicable shadow puppet play?
Night was approaching, the sky radiating with an incomplete afterglow, turning Purple Sun Palace into a fiery tapestry shimmering under twilight's velvet.
No evil spirits appeared, yet the number of shadow puppets on the walls increased, their line-drawn features growing eerily realistic.
A sorrowful moon lute strummed, with its second string lending support to rhythmical dry drum beats, faintly carrying a chillingly macabre tune.
"Setting the stage, renewing the guise, lingering by the pouch to test truth's disguise."
"Three feet of raw silk forms the platform, all relying on these ten fingers' wit and charm."
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