Atop Dragon Tiger Mountain, Heavenly Gate Peak pierced into the clouds, shrouded by dark, dense clouds, while the ink-green sea of forests swayed, the howling of the wind resembling the roar of a tiger.
Lady Dan sat cross-legged, surrounded by several stacks of half-human-tall storybooks. With dark clouds overhead, she gazed from the mountaintop, only to see the Taoists below moving like ants, gathering towards the palaces arranged in the Eight Trigrams layout.
Hu!
Violent gusts at the mountaintop whirled countless yellow paper booklets about, scattering stories of talented scholars, beautiful ladies, mythical beings, maps of deities, and even the secrets of ladies' chambers. Abruptly, a sketchbook was blown wide open, exposing the ink drawing inside: black lines sketched out waves and a flying dragon, and a valiant general in armor, with sword and spear, was locked in fierce combat with the dragon at sea—a sight to behold.
