Mirror. Twin Cities

Author: Cang Yue
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Publish Date: 2005-05-01
Features: A super fantasy work that swept across both sides of the Taiwan Strait, another masterpiece following Xue Wei. It's not Huan Cheng, yet there's a fantasy city; it's not The Lord of the Rings, yet there's the light of the magic ring. A grand Oriental fantasy legend with exceptional online popularity in 2005! An Oriental dream epic unfolds across the mainland and Taiwan, stirring up a flurry of excitement, becoming the focal point of millions clicking. "Work by April Sky, Jiangnan Literature, Qing Yun Middle Town Station," "Cang Yue, the spokesperson of 'Mo Xiang,' crafts a stunning legend!"
Comments from Renowned Critics: A female wuxia novelist capable of standing alone will emerge in the world. With the passage of time and societal progress, this idea has blossomed and borne fruit, spreading with a powerful and prosperous posture, magnificent and spectacular. — Wen Rui'an, Jing · Shuang Cheng
Indeed, it's like a painting. A ethereal and grand painting, both imaginative and dazzling, yet imbued with ancient martial elegance. The characters are handsome, and the plot is tragic, exuding a distinct Eastern aesthetic. — Jin He Zai
Cang Yue places her characters in intense conflicts, as if forging a sword from molten iron. The sword she forges is the love of her generation, the martial artist, the friendship. — Editor-in-Chief of Jin Gu Chuanqi, Mu Jian Ke
This is a beautiful and magical legend. The enthusiastic and cheerful Miao girl, Na Sheng, seeks to escape the chaos of the times and embarks on a long journey to find her dream homeland—Yun Huang. But is Yun Huang truly the paradise on earth of legend? With every step she takes deeper into Yun Huang, a series of bizarre and thrilling scenes of blood and wind unfold, while one after another, extraordinary and unique legendary figures make their appearances.
Gale winds rise, swirling snow clouds fill half the sky, obscuring the midday sun. Beyond the snowstorm, the sky is a deep blue, the wind howling, and vultures circling. Yet halfway up the snow-capped mountain where even vultures cannot land, a group of ragged travelers slowly makes their way upward. The long-distance travelers are exhausted to the extreme. Each is in tattered clothes, revealing skin frozen to a purplish hue. Where ice spears have lacerated their skin, it has turned black and purple, curling like the small mouths of children, terrifyingly unnatural.
When the storm hits, they fail to find shelter. The fierce wind, as if wielding invisible giant hands, seizes the group, trying to pull them down the cliff. A few screams erupt as those lacking strength in the ranks cannot stand firm, being swept up like paper scraps by the gale and tossed into the abyss thousands of feet below. The crowd instantly becomes chaotic. "Be careful! Be careful!" someone shouts hoarsely in the ranks, "Hold onto those around you, steady yourselves! The strong wind will pass quickly!"
A young puppet master stands motionless, cradling a small doll in his arms, his expression utterly blank. Though in exile, his clothes are neatly kept. Beneath the wind cap, a face that is strikingly beautiful, with sharp, handsome features almost flawless, stands out.