At the break of dawn, the faint morning light still lingered vaguely beneath the horizon, while a towering mountain outside the City of a Hundred Dynasties rose high into the clouds.
At the peak, Ye Fan and Ling Qingzhu stood side by side at the edge of a precipice.
A gentle morning breeze swept leisurely past, stirring the hems and sleeves of their robes, carrying with it a quiet chill.
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