Ji Zhou looked up at the window, the morning sunlight growing ever more intense, its dazzling rays spreading like a tide, almost making it impossible to open the eyes, as if it wanted to engulf this ancient courtyard.
Gu Jianlin instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes. The luxurious living room he was in dissipated like a reflection in water, replaced by an ancient-style temple. Inside the temple stood towering ginkgo trees, their golden leaves resembling flames, scattered on the bluestone path, behind the Stone Tower the Ancient Bell roared, echoing with a serene Zen feeling.
No, it was more than that.
An ancient temple stood on the edge of a cliff, with clouds and mist rolling in like tides.
Deep within the fog, there stood a towering stone tablet piercing the heavens.
Old inscriptions were engraved upon the stone tablet.
"Supreme feats that make even the heavens bow!"
