When the Morning Fog Rises, the Clouds Are Silent

On the day he named her, there was fog in Huangquan. From then on, the clouds were in the sky and the fog dispersed in the world. One could never come down again, and the other could never go back. She is a flower from the other side of the underworld that unexpectedly bloomed with wisdom. She should not have existed, and she has no thread of destiny. He is the god of heaven. He has been in charge of the web of destiny for a hundred thousand years. He sits in the temple and sees all the joys and sorrows of all living beings. He never participates or leaves. That day, there was fog in Huangquan. He passed by the Naihe Bridge and saw a little flower timidly poking out its corolla, so he stopped.