Atop Foutu Mountain peak, the white snow blanket spans vast, by a cliff's edge, there grew an immortal herb, standing tall amidst the icy winds, swaying with the breeze.
This immortal herb was but an inch tall, unassuming, yet atop this very herb dangled an amber-hued fruit, roughly the size of a dragon's eye, which emitted an odd fragrance that, upon a whiff, refreshed the spirit and heart.
What was most peculiar was that the scarlet fruit bore natural golden patterns, mysteriously forming three tiny "甲" characters.
Beside this tiny herb sat an old man, in repose, who appeared to be in his seventies or eighties with both hair and beard tinged blood-red, giving off a savage and fierce aura.
The old man sat quietly by the herb, his greedy gaze frequently sweeping over the small fruit above.
Footsteps echoed in the distance, and soon after, a demon in a white cape approached.
