A month later, on Cangzhu Peak, smoke curled in long threads from the Purple Copper Incense Burner, drifting into the clouds. The Dragon Country's Ship lay crosswise before the mountain, clusters of brocaded cloud gathered into hanging steps, bridged to the Mountain Ridge. Looking from afar, a single white stream like silken cloth, cranes circled, their cries ringing one after another.
Zhang Yan wore a great cloak of Ink Cloud Heavenly Crane upon his shoulders, standing atop the mountain. The fierce wind blew past, his sleeves dancing. The Wang Sisters were each garbed in a scarlet rainbow-embroidered mantle, standing to his left and right, while several Third Generation Disciples of the sect clustered behind.
