The night was like a curtain, far-off mountains vaguely visible, appearing like surging clouds. A towering, ink-colored peak rose, resembling a sharp sword piercing the sky. On it, three large characters were engraved — "Pure Yang Peak".
"We're here."
Han Ye held his jade token, clearly knowing he had reached his destination.
The jade token in his hands was extraordinary, emitting a faint light in the night that guided the Immortal Crane to the Pure Yang Peak, much like a lighthouse.
He looked around and found that even at night, a faint yellow light flickered in the Glazed Tile Flying Eave Palace on the Pure Yang Peak. Slender, dense plum trees accompanied the arched bridge through the clouds and enormous pure moon complimented a waterfall plunging straight down the mountain's feet.
What a quiet and peaceful paradise on earth.
There were quite a few people like him, riding Immortal Cranes back to the mountain peak.
