Cold stars dimmed, bronze-hued; drawn from its case, it startled wind and rain into flight. Three feet of dragon scales, a thousand years of tiger spirit, as though a sentient soul capable of speech.
I remembered that time, when I brought an old friend to a desolate grave mound; this way had now become dust. Gathering its divine radiance, I saw once more those stately robes and caps.
A traveler among guests. With pendants chiming, he journeyed through the Central Plains on diplomatic visits, knowing only to pledge his heart. Looking back toward the terraces of Su, Fish Gut suddenly rose, scattering countless long blades.
I sought to mourn by the grass of Yao Li's grave, by the tides that bore Chiyi; alike, their heroic tales were hard to tell. Facing the gentleman of Zhoulai, had gratitude and vengeance been forgotten?
("Gazing into the Distance: On the Sword of Prince Ji of Yanling," Cao Zhenji, Qing dynasty)
Divine End Peak naturally had more than one cave abode.
Apart from the apes, only Jing Jiu knew where the others were.
The cave abode inside the Dao Hall at the summit appeared to be a single chamber, but it held another world within, leading straight to the heavens above or to countless secluded places inside the solitary peak.
Deep within the mountain lay a cave abode with a pool carved from a single block of mountain jade in its floor. Its surface was incomparably smooth, and what filled it was not water, but a pale golden liquid that gave off a soft, lustrous glow.
Jing Jiu lay in the pool with his eyes closed.
The pale golden liquid reached above his neck, covering a body smoother and whiter than the jade pool itself. Only his pale yet still exquisitely beautiful