A Man in White Sells Wine Beneath the Snowy Night Sky

"Ugh, my head is killing me. What happened to me?"

"You're awake, sir!"

"Waiter, what happened to me just now?"

"You must have had too much to drink, sir. You fell asleep at the table, and the owner told me not to disturb you."

"Waiter, the bill."

"Coming right up, sir. You gave me too much. Your bill isn't that high!"

"Keep the change."

"Oh, thank you, sir! Thank you! Have a safe trip!"

The smiling waiter bowed as he watched the white-haired gentleman in a fox-fur coat turn to leave. He weighed the heavy money pouch in his hand, and his smile widened.

At the tavern's thick cotton curtain, the white-haired gentleman seemed to pause for a moment. Then, without hesitation, he reached out, pushed the curtain aside, and stepped into the blizzard raging outside.

No one could have imagined what this single step would bring to a world battered by turmoil and overrun by demons...