In no time, they ascended the long steps, slowly climbing to the heights of Dragon and Tiger Mountain. Shangqing Palace lay before them, just a short distance from the summit. Chen Yi took in the scenery of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, accompanying Zhou Yitang as if on a sightseeing tour, stepping into the palace gates.
"The copper bells at the eaves sway, but their reflections remain unmoving in the water, appearing even brighter than the real bells," Chen Yi said casually.
"Mm."
"…With such fine literary talent, that's all the response I get."
"You're just playing with words," Zhou Yitang replied indifferently.
At this moment, a gentle and refined voice suddenly came from ahead,
"Master Zhou, you are too harsh. Though the words are plain, they are in line with the great principles of Dao."
