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The mountains stretched endlessly, draped in the sky's crimson sunset like a brocade, painting the horizon a vibrant orange.
The setting sun, as red as blood, slowly sank among the undulating mountains.
A steed, like a black streak of lightning, raced down the winding path, its hooves clattering sharply and breaking the mountain's silence.
Shen Qing dressed in a tight, muscular outfit, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He gripped the reins tightly with one hand, his face showing a touch of dusty ruggedness.
At this moment Shen Qing's gaze changed, he noticed a drop of ink falling from above in his vision, spreading into lines of text, popping up a skilled reminder.
[Skill: Riding (Small Success)]
[Progress: 301/300 points]
[Status: Can be Improved]
