When Ye Long gazed at the Ten-Thousand-Zhang Waterfall once again, a flicker of awe inevitably crossed his eyes.
At this moment, the waterfall seemed close enough to touch, plunging straight down three thousand feet with a posture of majestic and formidable power.
It looked like a sharp sword standing tall at the ends of the earth, striking a profound visual impact upon anyone who beheld it.
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