Shaman (King of Yinshan)

When the ram-head mask his father collected was stolen, Zhu Yao was forced to embark on a treasure hunt.

July 24, 2015, 5:15 p.m. The plane landed in Bayannur.

Along both sides of the road, weeping willows swayed gracefully. The dry air of Inner Mongolia filled his nostrils.

Yellow sand swept across the road, whipping up a whirlwind behind the pickup truck.

The sparkling grains of sand came from mountains and rocks. They were ancient and weathered, enduring even as seas dried up and rocks crumbled.

Just like the wind that had blown across the Yin Mountains for countless millennia, since time immemorial...

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