White Fog at the End of Ming Dynasty

In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, white mist appeared and the secret realm opened. When Han Jinghe escaped from the capital, he only took with him the identity of a down-and-out scholar and half a piece of moldy dry food. He didn't know what was in the white mist. Some of the people who went in brought out food, and some never came out again. All he knew was that he would starve to death if he didn't go in. The first thing Baiwu taught him: what you can see may not be true, and what you hear may not be trustworthy. Rumors can kill, fame can trap people, and good intentions can be poison. The troubled times are like fog, and everyone is walking in the dark. He just walked more carefully than others. Later, someone asked him how he went from a refugee to a separatist state. He thought for a long time and said: "I just thought one step more than others." One step, another step. When the white fog dissipates, the mountains and rivers are illuminated again.