The towering mountain seemed ready to race away, its peak as high as the Five Sacred Mountains, reaching Heaven's Gate.
Wudang Mountain, Golden Summit.
It was just as the red sun rose high. The morning sunlight shone over the sea of clouds, scattering five-colored splendor like embroidered brocade. Billowing clouds flowed over the mountains and poured straight into the deep valleys. Jiang Dali stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the Golden Summit cliff, admiring the clouds and rosy haze rolling like snakes and turtles. He could not help but recite aloud.
"The Tortoise, Though Aged, still has its appointed end. The soaring serpent rides the mist, yet will become dust and ash. An old warhorse may rest in its stable, but its ambition stretches a thousand miles. A hero in his later years still burns with unyielding resolve. Fine poem, fine view, what a fine Wudang Mountain!"
Zhang Sanfeng, seated on a green rock by the cliff, smiled faintly upon hearing this. "Little Friend Jiang praises my Wudang Sect with Cao Cao's Eastern Han masterpiece, 'The Tortoise, Though Aged.' Hehe, it truly is fitting. Mighty Wudang has stood for more than a century; it is indeed an old turtle. Yet a mere hundred years is certainly not the end."
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, turned his back to the sunlight, and looked at Zhang Sanfeng. "True Person Zhang, you are mistaken. Compared with mighty Wudang, you are the true divine turtle. You deserve Jiang's praise.
"Over these past centuries, looking across the Vassal States, only your Wudang Sect has risen to stand alongside Shaolin, one of the great pillars of the martial world. All that reputation, strength, and breadth of heart could not have been forged by your disciples. It had to be you, True Person