The view from the top of «Wangshu» is amazing — in the distance you can see stone pillars piercing the clouds, covered with fog like a blanket. Weather permitting, you can see Qingyun Peak and the floating island above it behind these rocks.

Even a noble adeptus enjoys the moonlight here when he stands next to you, leaning against the bars of the balcony. Xiao’s amber eyes are fixed on the starry sky when he says in his usual imperturbable tone:

“It’s late, go. I’ll be here.”