The 33rd year of the Zun'an Era.
January 23rd.
The sky in Shuzhou was like a young wife's face—not what it seemed. It looked pure and bashful, but secretly, it hid an endless, gloomy rain.
Just moments ago, the sky had been clear and bright, but in a blink, it turned overcast.
A light rain fell, and not long after, it became cloudy again.
The mountains stretched on endlessly, with clouds like fine silk. They also resembled a great, majestic eagle, its shadowy form weaving between the mountainsides, a magnificent sight.
Viewed from afar, with the mountains, the clouds, Heaven, and Earth, it was truly a natural scroll painting.
A Storyteller, overcome with poetic inspiration while observing the scene from a distance, dubbed it simply: "The eagle girds the waist."
Among these nameless mountains, the highest and steepest was called General Peak.
At the foot of the mountain lay a small town.
