On the cliff, there are soaring clouds and mist. Qionglou Yuyu has milky white stone pillars, milky white eaves and a hollow front hall. After passing through the corridor and crossing the bridge, above the inner hall, the man sat sideways with his forehead on his hands, his long black hair flowing freely.
I knelt down on one limb and bowed my head. In the vast hall, the sound echoed from the towering walls. The white-clothed attendants standing on both sides, with wide robes and tight sleeves, looked solemn and made my black uniform even more eye-catching.
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