The sedan chair landed on a platform. Elliot looked up and felt as if he had arrived in a fairyland.
Yushan is shrouded in fog, and in the mist, countless exquisite pavilions and towers are looming. The light from the sky suddenly leaks out from the clouds, coating the scattered roofs and tops with a layer of gold.
The flat ground under my feet is ten feet in radius and is paved with extremely fine white marble, shaped like a full moon. There are no extra carvings, only the two big words "Qitai" are engraved in the center.
There is a steep cliff on one end and an arc-shaped bridge built along the mountainside on the other.
After crossing the curved bridge, the view in front of us suddenly opened up. At the end of the bridge stood a magnificent memorial archway with the following inscription:
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