The three cultivators were stepping up the stone stairs soaked by the morning dew.
The oldest was merely a youth.
The young cultivator did not conceal the aura of Foundation Establishment Peak; his face bore a bluish tint. Though his hair was tied up, a few strands were loose.
As he walked, the numerous bamboo slips in the Poetry Tube hanging at his waist collided, making sounds.
The young Confucian cultivator named Bai Jiyun led the trio, pausing slowly to gaze into the distance.
He saw that the distant peaks cradled half of the golden sun, dyeing the sea of clouds into a splendid scene like molten gold and spilled jade, exclaimed sincerely, "Even if today's trial fails, witnessing such beauty again makes it all worthwhile."
Bai Jiyun, with a lazy and carefree disposition, enjoyed traveling, appreciating scenery, and was widely renowned for his literary talent.
The two cultivators behind Bai Jiyun caught up.
