Wang Yuan had just picked up the pure white bathrobe hanging beside him.
The space around him then began to unfold slowly, like ripples in water.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself no longer in the bathtub he had just been bathing in, but in a delicate lotus court about thirty feet in circumference.
Surrounding him were small bridges made of bluestone, mist-locked willows, and the graceful petals of lotus flowers.
The clear waves of the pond around him revealed the multicolored pebbles at the bottom.
Looking up, huge lotus leaves stacked above the pond touched the sky, unevenly layered up to over twenty levels.
Each layer was a realm unto itself, with every lotus leaf supporting a small and uniquely exquisite structure, shrouded in misty rain, too beautiful for words.
And at the very top was a circular expanse of sky, glimmering with light.
Looking up from the bottom, it felt as if one were inside a small water tank filled with lotus flowers.
