The magnificent GoldCheery waterfall stood as a majestic divider, separating the tranquil resting area from the martial grounds beyond.
The smooth cascade of crystal-clear water descended gracefully from the peak of the cliff, its serenity disrupted by the roiling clouds of lightning tribulation emanating from the formidable WindCoil Peak.
As Xia Wei braced himself against the onslaught of his tribulation, he couldn't help but notice how its influence extended across the vast expanse of the Thousand Illusionary Sect's sky.
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"Ancestor, I beg your forgiveness for intruding upon your seclusion, but I am in desperate need of your assistance!" A middle-aged man with a mix of gray and silver hair bowed respectfully, his voice tinged with urgency.
