Luo Yin's favorite thing to do was to climb the treacherous mountain path under the biting gale to reach the solitary cliff on the eastern side of Xuannv Peak every midnight.
The steep path connecting to the sky was wet with mist, slippery and cold. A careless step blown by the wind could send one plummeting into the abyss.
But Luo Yin was not afraid; this path was too perilous for adults, but just right for a child to scramble over.
Besides, he knew that at the end of this road, he would find his Master.
"Up here again secretly, are you...?"
The woman, sitting at the edge of the cliff like riding a crane, was waiting for the sunrise. Her robe, as thin as cicada wings, fluttered in the fierce wind, amidst the boundless sea of clouds, resembling a large mass of azure cloud or a Green Phoenix spreading its wings, quite a sight to behold.
Luo Yin was so entranced that he reached out to catch the azure strands, losing balance and plunging towards the cliff.
