Just as Lin Tian and the two women exchanged glances, a ray of light pierced through the mist, shining upon the cliff's summit — it was the morning sunlight. The mist quickly dissipated, revealing the full view of the blurred mountain silhouette ahead.
It was a solitary peak, standing taller than the cliff top, connected to the cliff only by a single iron chain, like the Qingshuang Pavilion, with a large iron chain spanning the mountain gorge.
At the pinnacle of this solitary peak stood a nine-story tower, constructed of brick and wood with octagonal flying eaves. It resembled the sword casting tower of the Qingshuang Pavilion, but each corner of the tower hanging down an iron chain anchoring it to the ground, as if to prevent the tower from flying away, sealing it with iron chains.
