True Cloud Mountain, True Cloud Sect,
In the boundless wilderness, thousands of horses galloped together like a surging wave, filling the sky with dust and sand.
The flags are fluttering, the real clouds are riding horses and the wind is blowing, breaking the faint morning light.
The gongs sound and horns sound, the three views and nine gates are waving and galloping together, and the clatter of horse hooves is heard.
A century-old sect, living in seclusion and not caring about the world, watching the changes in the world.