Two thousand years ago.
Deep in the mysterious Southern Ridge, a stream gurgled with a crisp, chiming sound, by which stood a cluster of pristine white flowers, blooming quietly.
Through lightning and rain, drought and sudden downpours, it endured them all. Finally, after nineteen hundred years, it attained an affinity with the immortals, and then, enlightened by an earth immortal of the Southern Ridge, it took on a human form. Before leaving, the earth immortal specially bestowed upon her a name: Yuling.
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