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Six in the evening, on a vacant patch of land beside the waterfall.

The twilight turned crimson at the horizon, slightly dazzling. As he lifted his gaze, under the sunset glow, the mountain shape became blurred, and the rays of sunlight shot slender beams of light towards the dense forest.

Above the waterfall, the mist was thick, layering it with a luminous haze. It was bright yet hazy like a steaming mist.

The ripples of Bi Tang's water and the reddish beams were framed against each other, relentlessly flickering. A cicada sitting meditatively under a tree and the crowned tree on the plot of land became a silhouette frozen within the dense woods.

Half an hour ago, when Feng Liusi asked Casio if he wanted to learn his South Dipper Red Vulture Fist, Casio unpretentiously answered that he wanted to.

One should be straightforward when dealing with a straightforward person.