Time flies, and another March has arrived.
Upon Dongting Lake, the misty expanse remains vast and obscured by clouds.
In its depths, the waters are still taboo, no one daring to approach, the aversion deep-rooted.
But the world is ever-changing, and there are always exceptions.
At this moment, a solitary boat drifts upon the lake.
Though called solitary, it spans several meters and can comfortably accommodate a dozen people with horses.
Currently, three men and two women stand aboard, gracefully touring Dongting, a most refined sight.
The three men each differ in attire: one dresses as a scholar, idly brandishing a folding fan; the other two are clad in black and white, bearing swords and sabers, as if martial heroes from the Martial World.
