Xuanji was completely unaware of everything that was happening.
She was having a bizarre dream in which everything seemed obscured by a thick layer of gauze that prevented her from seeing clearly. Vaguely, she was on a riverbank, along which grew layers upon layers of bright red, blood-like flowers.
She reached out to pick and crush them, watching the juice reminiscent of fresh blood flowing down her palm onto the ground, feeling an indescribable delight and familiarity in her heart.
Suddenly, someone sat beside her and called, "Xuanji, do you understand now?"
Understand what? She was puzzled.
"Do you want to take a look?" he continued to ask.
Look at what? She still didn't understand.
"Just this once, no more after that. Let's give it a good look!" After he spoke, he threw a small stone into the water. The surface of the water gradually rippled, circle after circle, eventually turning into countless moving images.
