Atop Cliff Peak.
A thatched hut stood tall among the clouds.
The one residing in the hut was the true master of the Cliff Market - the Cliff Hermit.
Cliff Hermit gained fame hundreds of years ago, often dressed in white, with an appearance of around thirty years old, and had the air of a refined and mature handsome man.
His eyes were bright, always seeming to exude hope. He had a simple hobby: carving. He often spent days on end without sleep, carving on the mountain.
At this moment, he was carving a stone statue. Using his fingers as a knife, when he gently slid it across the stone, it effortlessly peeled off a layer of stone, even sharper than the sharpest divine weapon in the world.
The statue was gradually taking shape, depicting a woman. Her appearance was not outstanding but rather pleasing to the eye.
However, Lü Shan knew that this figure was the most important person to her Master and a statue he could never finish carving.
