Chronicles of Gray Peach Mountain

It was a dilapidated mountain gate, with a vermilion pattern visible, but it was already mottled, old and shabby. Along the way, we walked through long steps paved with stone slabs, a total of 108 steps. At the end was such a door. There was no sign. I just felt in my heart that this was Huitao Mountain. The name was so weird, and the gate was so indescribable. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.