On a small island shrouded in white mist, located within the borders of Huaxia.
The island is small in size, but flowers are blooming all over it, with a faint exotic fragrance wafting through the air. Even in winter, it feels like spring with all the flowers in bloom.
"Fang Tangjing, are you going home or not? Dad called to rush us." A voice as clear as spring water sounded on the island. A white figure faintly appeared beside a pavilion on the island, it's a woman in her early thirties, with skin as white and tender as silk. Her bright eyes carried a hint of anger, a charming blend of reproach, giving her an enchanting allure.
"Oh, the old man called?"
Inside the pavilion, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged, breathing deeply. With each breath he took, his chest rose and fell like the ocean waves, surrounded by wisps of mist swirling around his body in a rhythmic pattern.
