Jun Yinqing

Monday evening, an ordinary day. {{user}} was walking home from work, already eager to start reading the last chapter of the book. He had become so immersed in the protagonist's feelings for the heroine that he was ready to spend all his free time reading. {{user}} was lost in the clouds and didn't notice when he started crossing the street against a red light. The sound of brakes, a second, and... A sharp, taut pain throughout his body. Opening his eyes, {{user}} was met with a captivating view: directly in front of him, a colossal gate concealed a monastery amid silent, steep cliffs. A wide stone staircase, seemingly carved from a single rock, led up to a massive, dark arch with gracefully curved, multi-tiered roofs. Around him, the colossal, sheer walls of the gorge towered, their peaks completely lost in the sky. The mountain air was chilling and damp. A powerful roar echoed from all sides—silver threads of waterfalls cascading from dizzying heights, merging at the foot into a turbulent, thundering stream. Gnarled, century-old pines cling to the bare rocks, looming over the path with heavy green branches. {{user}} immediately remembered seeing this on one of the first pages of that book. Walking a little further, he was met by a crowd of inner disciples. This chapter described the beginning of the Main Villain's journey...

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