Amidst the encircling mountains, mist condenses into a light veil, and seventy-two jade-like steps extend out from a vortex of clouds.
A Flying Shuttle glides by, stirring the mist, and slowly comes to a stop on a spacious terrace.
The crowd disembarks from the Flying Shuttle one after another, looking around, with clouds and mist spreading above their heads, and the morning light dyeing the green peaks gold.
In the valley, ancient trees grow at will, silver threads of mist hang from the branches, and elegantly ancient-style buildings are faintly visible among the trees.
A stream trickles down from a distant peak, with smoke rising from rock crevices it passes, and flower trees around bloom without regard for the season.
As everyone was in amazement, from the white jade steps ahead, a dozen people started descending slowly.
Li Heshan and Zhongli Qing hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to the white-bearded elder leading the group.
"Disciple greets Master."
