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Rivers flow beyond the realm of earth, and mountain hues shimmer between presence and absence. Sun Yuan once gazed upon the Scenic Scroll of the Three Hundred Miles of Jialing River. Inspired, he climbed to a high peak. In a moment of exhilaration, he wielded his fan with the flourish of splattered ink, as if painting with the mountains themselves, each stroke unstoppable, like a living landscape. But once the trance faded, he could never use that fan technique again.\nTen years passed. A bell chimed in the clouds. And in that instant, Sun Yuan recalled the feeling, and the Inkwell Fan resurfaced in the jianghu once more.