My Master Is Bodhi, and You Think I'm in a Strange Tales World?

The lush, rolling Mangshan Mountains.

The sun hung low in the west. Dusk had not quite fallen, and red clouds spread across half the sky, dividing the sky screen into two sharply distinct swaths of color.

A flight of pale blue stone steps was half-hidden beneath the overgrown plants, looking as though no one had passed this way for a long time.