Mist swirled through the air. Towering mountains and sheer peaks rose among the flowing clouds. A man dressed always in pure white stood alone at the edge of a cliff, gazing out. Behind him, a mass of white mist-fire slowly ignited and grew without his noticing, becoming a horrifying, unnatural sight that seemed capable of devouring a person flesh and bone in an instant. The man retreated several steps. An inexplicable fear filled his entire body, as though something had wrapped tightly around his organs. It was unbearable. He struggled desperately, trying to escape the terrifying white mist-fire, but it clung to him like a leech. Slowly, it transformed into the original Xiao Liye. The man in white tried to flee... Just as he was about to fall off the cliff, a loud boom jolted him awake from his nightmare.
Li Ye abruptly opened his eyes, drenched in a fine sheen of sweat. The night was pitch-black.
Before him, a figure stood solemnly and quietly by the window. His slender fingers withdrew gently as he closed the gap in the bamboo window, which had been nudged slightly open.
"You're awake."
Theme: Two figures traveling in opposite directions set out on paths of no return, only to reach the same destination by different roads.
