The Baihua Sect mirrored the austere and rugged natural beauty of the vast, white mountain range.
Its sprawling compound was carved directly into towering cliffs and swift-flowing streams. White stone pavilions with sweeping eaves rose like frozen blossoms, their sharp angles catching the light like glistening petals.
The main hall stood at the sect's heart, a wide terrace overlooking deep valleys shrouded in mist, evoking the purity and strength of blooming flowers amidst harsh terrain.
Paths meandered through groves of pale-leafed trees and delicate violet blossoms that perpetually bloomed regardless of season, their scent faint yet persistent in the crisp mountain air.
Bamboo fences and whitewashed walls encircled peaceful courtyards where children silently trained, their footsteps muffled on smooth stone.
