(The previous chapter was just revised, some paragraphs were mixed up, it was a bit baffling. It should be more coherent now.)
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In a certain place, among the Ten Lands.
It was a region surrounded by endless mountains, sparse with mist, like a fairyland.
At the peak of a mountain.
A small Taoist temple stood there, reflecting the morning glow, resonating with melodious sounds of gongs and drums, never ceasing...
The Taoist temple was quite old, many places were even damaged and continuously made creaking noises, but no one could ignore the existence of this place.
Just because the Taoist temple was named after the two words Yin and Yang, it is one of the oldest existences, the home of the Taoist Orthodoxy of the Yin-Yang Taoist.
At a glance, there were not many disciples in the temple, there were only about a dozen or so figures in totality.
