Under the frail Cangshan Yen, in dragon habitat. Dragon subtle thou art, a stream of water culvert. Ancient rock sink deep, utterly broken low Wind and Smoke. When it does not shed, the quiet hidden diffuse dust and sludge. Both into the slough Tau Kok, fearless participation of clouds. Recalling the past the coil, thing of the past have been lost. I was one situation, crisis Ishidan Climbing Ji. But look around cliffs, the wind desolately Xiao Cong.