Mount Xianglu, leaves falling thick and fast, nestled within that tranquil valley.
A river of oblivion slowly meandered, so profound, so chill, that it passed through the mortal realm in all its vastness without leaving a trace.
And within that river, divided by but a hair from the world of mortals, the Lord of the Mountain and Seas wore a bitter expression, still incessantly trying to please his wife.
To him, this was an all too familiar sight, for over the past several hundred years, his wife had always been lofty and he endlessly doted on her, hoping that through sincere devotion, an impassable divide might break, thoroughly changing the way his lady looked at him.
Thus, he had grown accustomed to Qiu Yuan Dai's icy demeanor. Should his wife speak to him warmly out of the blue, it would be rather unfamiliar to him.
So, across the vast stretch of the river of oblivion, he kept apologizing, hoping he might earn Qiu Yuan Dai's forgiveness.
