At noon, the Great Sun was hanging high.
Looking down the narrow Ascending Dragon Path, one could not see its end. On the three thousand stone steps, a woman walked slowly, her dress swaying in the wind, revealing a graceful figure.
"That fool is spacing out in front of the [Regular Inscriptions Monument] again..."
"I heard he sat here for over half a month before."
"Has this person gone mad? Why would Dragon Tiger Mountain take in someone like him?"
Above the Ascending Dragon Path, a commotion of noisy chatter came from in front of a spacious rock face.
Shen Chuqian stopped in her tracks and looked up, indeed spotting a young man, a Scholar-type, sitting cross-legged in meditation before the [Regular Inscriptions Monument], wearing a wide robe that accentuated his slim figure like a piece of paper.
"This simpleton..." Shen Chuqian couldn't help but walk over.