The gate of the Cave Mansion is tightly closed.
The heavy green jade doors flow with restrained spirit light, separating the two worlds inside and outside.
In front of the Cave Mansion is a small platform carved from a solid piece of mountain rock, smooth and flat.
It was late at night.
The cold moonlight shone down, casting a greenish luster on the stone platform, like a frozen cold pool.
At the edge of the platform is an abyss that seems bottomless.
The wind whistles like a sob.
Chen San stands in the center of the platform, not daring to get too close to the gate, fearing it might displease the owner of the Cave Mansion.
Under the moonlight, he seems as if submerged in a cold pool.
At this moment, his lean body is taut and straight, yet habitually slightly hunched, head lowered, like a statue frozen in the shadows.
