Myriad Images Sect, Beishuang Mountain Gate.
White Mist Valley.
In the valley, clouds and mist linger year-round, ancient trees towering, with vines hanging like curtains. The stream flows gently down from the mountain ravine, the sound clear and crisp, interweaving with the calls of birds and roars of beasts in the forest to form a cacophony of primal noise.
This place is filled with pure nature, a kind of desolate wildness. Just like its owner Cang Yazi, who disregards tidiness, does not emphasize appearance, only seeks freedom.
Cang Yazi sits on a mountain rock.
He looks like he's over fifty, with long, gray-white hair casually draped and held up with a beast bone hairpin. His features are rugged, cheekbones high, eye sockets deep, his small eyes, however, radiate with a fierce light.
