Chen Tang Stream.
A curtain of water hung on all four sides, moss carpeting the sheer green cliffs; a winding ribbon of spring water stretched beneath a sliver of starry sky.
The valley was less than thirty zhang wide yet several hundred meters deep. Cold springs babbled, and only a thread of daylight could be seen between the two cliffs. Wherever sunlight could not reach, moss grew thickly nourished by the mist. Water dripped from the moss, joining into a curtain of rain. It was truly nature's uncanny craftsmanship. It was nice enough to wander here with nothing to do, but living here every day would probably be far less pleasant.
There was a cave beside the stream at the valley floor, roughly two meters high and less than five meters deep. Perhaps mountain floods had scoured it a little wider.
The entire cave had been carved out by flowing water. It was quiet, with only the sound of the little stream flowing.
Perhaps some disciples imprisoned here for making mistakes had grown bored and carved all sorts of inscriptions into the stone walls, such as "Jueqing Valley Heartbreak Pit." More excessive ones read, "Junior Sister Is Truly Heartless." Sword marks left from practicing swordsmanship covered the place as well.
Inside the cave, Bai Yujun sat on a stone stool, her chin resting in both hands as she stared blankly at the raindrop-like droplets falling outside the entrance. An iron chain hung down from the cave ceiling, its end locked around her slender left wrist.
The iron chain was utterly ordinary. Bai Yujun could snap it with one hard tug, but then there would be no point in being suppressed.
After bringing Bai Yujun here and locking her with the chain, Yu Rong had left. She said that someone would