After spending an entire day, Sang Que prepared the things Liu Tianyou needed. On the morning of May 7th, she took Qiao Ling, Xia Chan, and Xuan Yu over Bright Moon Mountain, deep into the depths of the adjacent Qianyue Mountain Range, following the direction of the river until they reached the cliff of a thousand feet.
The Xuan River tributary within Jinzhou passes through Bright Moon Mountain, eventually forming a waterfall here, cascading down into Qinzhou.
"Aren't we going to Qinzhou? Why did you bring me here?"
Qiao Ling, in a dark blue narrow-sleeved cloth skirt with a bamboo box used by scholars taking the exam, stood at a high point, looking down the cliff.
The roar of the water was deafening, the thousand-foot waterfall roared like a silver dragon, misty and cool.
