——Autumn of 399 AD, Zhangjiajie, western Hunan.
This is a grand canyon. What comes into view are clouds of milky white clouds, slowly spreading up the hillside and dispersing into a piece of soft sand. The mist drifted and boundless, and the old ivy hanging down from the top of the cliff was looming in the mist. Everything around was hidden in the mist, and nothing could be seen clearly.
There are overgrown weeds and bushes at the bottom of the valley. The white cat climbs up the vines by stepping on the fallen branches and fallen leaves. It walks on the snow to look for plum blossoms and uses light skills to come and go freely on the cliff.
Just as they were about to reach the top of the cliff, the white cat was stopped by an invisible barrier. He mobilized Changhong's true energy and slapped the barrier with his palm, exerting 90% of his strength, but it bounced back from the barrier and broke the vines he was holding on to.
"Not good!"
Intention: to make up for the difficulties