The morning sun gradually revealed its full disc, a ray of light piercing through the sea of clouds to cast a golden radiance upon the steep mountain cliffs, edging the verdant pine forest with a shimmering fringe of gold.
A gentle mountain breeze swept across, carrying the fresh scent of pine needles and morning dew, brushing past the two figures standing on the grass.
Heavenly Valley Master Shuang cradled an infant in her arms, her black robes embroidered with peonies fluttering softly in the morning wind, making her look like an immortal fairy stepped straight out of a painting.
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