The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
Approaching the cliffs, Ning Que looked at peaks in the giant sinkhole and the temple between the peaks silently. This was the second time he saw the Xuankong Temple, which was still shocking to him.
Sinking from the surface of the wilderness, the wall of the cliffs was very steep and looked quite amazing and astonishing. Ning Que left the big black horse and the carriage on the ground and followed Sangsang walking down. They had been here before, but only took a look from afar, for they were too afraid to go down back then. However, the current situation was quite different from that of the past.
They walked on the rubbles. Sangsang walked calmly and slowly with her hands behind her back, looking like a snow lotus falling in the wind. Unfortunately, Ning Que was obviously in a difficult position.