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Beneath the Great Mountain's vast sky, a small figure with a tender, porcelain-like smooth face sits on a wing as white as snow.
The enormous white wing pushes away the surrounding clouds, and the azure sky seems to be split open by a sword, cutting through the white robe of the heavens.
This white wing appears in the sky for just an instant before disappearing at the horizon.
Its speed is so fast that the naked eye cannot capture it, as if you can hear the whistling sound from thousands of meters away.
Xu Ran sits calmly on the back of the Peregrine Falcon, as if an immortal in exile.
Suddenly, Xu Ran opens his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his azure pupils.
"Xiao Bai, under this Great Mountain's sky, are there so many clouds?"
The Peregrine Falcon, hearing this, looks around in confusion and finds that the clouds it had previously fanned away are gathering once more.
"Something's not right?!"
Suddenly, Xu Ran notices something amiss.
"This is not clouds, it's mist!"
