Zhang Family. Pandora On Loose

Far from the depths of that chamber, among the ancient peaks of Mount Wuyi, the Zhang family manor stood as a masterpiece where nature and humanity whispered in harmony. Enclosed by cascading waterfalls and vast emerald forests, the estate sprawled like a kingdom within the mountains—wooden pagodas with jade-tiled roofs perched above mist-kissed cliffs, their silhouettes veiled in the drifting fog of dawn.

The symphony of life was alive here—the chirping of cicadas blending with the soft murmurs of nearby streams, the rustling leaves dancing in the mountain breeze. Vines crept along the outer walls of the manor, their blossoms delicate yet untamed, weaving through the dark wooden frames of windows.

A narrow, winding path of smooth stone led through a sea of lilac and cherry blossoms, the petals scattering underfoot. At its end, a solitary pagoda rested atop a raised platform, its curved eaves painted deep crimson with gold accents, ancient yet pristine.