"Demon Sect, Cyan Cloud Sect."
"Layer upon layer of clouds, waves roared fiercely, and the many peaks were like islands within the sea of clouds, scattered like pieces on a chessboard..."
"Stop." On the other side, Jiang Si quickly made Bai Hu shut her mouth, "If you continue, we'll infringe on copyright."
Bai Hu quietly gazed at the mountain gate of the Cyan Cloud Sect hanging before her.
All around were countless mountains, but only the top of this one had been sliced flat by a sword.
"The problem is, it really looks like this."
"You can't just describe it verbatim." Jiang Si stepped atop the flattened mountain peak, "Mind your phrasing, alter it slightly. Have you ever studied imitation writing?"
"No."
"Compulsory education in the Old World has a long way to go." After a heartfelt comment, Jiang Si spread his arms atop the mountain peak, "The setting sun is like blood, the blue mountains like the sea, and countless peaks like pieces on the global chessboard..."
