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The mountains were vast, draped in the twilight glow at the horizon, like a tapestry, dyeing the sky a shade of orange-red.
The setting sun was like blood, slowly sinking among the undulating hills.
A majestic horse, like black lightning, sped along the winding path, its hooves clattering sharply, breaking the silence of the mountains.
Shen Qing was dressed in a tight-fitting garment, its hem fluttering with the wind.
He held the reins tightly with one hand, a hint of rugged heroism on his dust-covered face.
At this moment, Shen Qing's expression changed. He noticed a drop of ink falling from above, gradually spreading into lines of text, popping up with a skillful reminder.
[Skill: Riding Skill (Small Success)]
[Progress: 301/300 points]
[Status: Can be upgraded]