To the north of Yuqing Mountain, there lies another great mountain called Taihua.
On the south side of Taihua Mountain, there is a secluded valley that stretches as far as the eye can see, filled with wondrous sights and perpetual spring—it is Xuanji Valley!
On this day, just as noon was striking, two young people arrived at the entrance to Xuanji Valley.
Both were dressed as Jianghu rangers, each with a case strapped diagonally across their backs, and without much effort, they had reached the entrance of Xuanji Valley.
Gazing at the stele inscribed with "Xuanji Valley," they could not discern who or when had written these words, when suddenly a whooshing sound came from behind.
Both turned around at the same time to see an old man and a youth, both employing their Qinggong skills to arrive nearby.
Landing swiftly, the old man looked at the young man and woman and asked:
"Are you two kids from Xuanji Valley?"
