The old man glanced over a few more times, then suddenly reached out and whistled, instantly a white dove descended from the sky, landing right on his wrist.
"The signs of the Great Tang's decline have appeared, and this world is about to become chaotic." The old man stroked the dove's back, took a yellow turban from his bosom, tied it to the dove's leg, and then released it, allowing it to quickly soar into the sky.
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In the western Shu Prefecture, the land of Shu is mountainous and full of valleys, with extremely rugged and treacherous terrain, serving as a natural barrier on the western edge of the Nine Provinces.
Inside a cave in a certain great mountain.
An elderly woman with white hair held a long staff shaped like a crescent moon at the end and a short staff shaped like a red sun at the end, sitting quietly on a clay platform. Suddenly, the stone platform began to crack visibly, as numerous fissures emerged.
