"Just as one is about to despair when out of options, a hidden path appears in a grove of willows," Su Qingyue smiled faintly, "Due to the terrain, the clouds and fog at the mid-hillside persist year-round without dissipating, and thus the Poison King Valley is hidden beneath this mist."
As she spoke, she leaped off the cliff, and when reaching above the clouds, she hooked one end of a long white silk onto a protruding stone wall halfway down the cliff. Her body passed through the mist layer, continuing to fall downward until the silk was taut, and she hung in midair holding the silk with one hand.
After passing through the mist layer, looking down, she saw several lofty buildings towering below, with exquisite and ornate structures, courtyards, artificial hills, streams, and meticulously laid out paths, along with vast fields of poisonous flowers and grasses...
At the base of the cliff, a river flowed gently along the mountain, with two servants doing laundry by the riverbank.
