Under the bodhi tree, a breeze blew, and the petals scattered, falling as silently as rain, but the two people under the tree remained unmoved. The old man stroked his beard, his eyes full of admiration. The young man opposite the old man, dressed in white like snow, was as calm as an immortal. After settling down, the young man sat upright, his sleeves brushing the stone table, and the famous flowers stained the dust...