Dai State Capital, Qi State City.
A light drizzle misted the air, by the shores of the Great Ming Lake, where rain-drenched lotuses bent gracefully, one red, one pink, and one white, blooming with an extraordinary and enchanting beauty.
A black carriage, maneuvering through the tight crevice between Yin and Yang, guarded by a troop of Yin Soldiers, gradually halted at the most scenic spot by the lakeside, in front of the solemn and majestic gates of a Civil Temple.
Whoosh—!
Suddenly, a gust of wind and rain swept through.
The carriage and the Yin Soldiers vanished like a dream or a bubble, leaving in their place only a young boy and girl holding up a large red "Six Desires Dust Umbrella."
The passersby, coming and going, showed no surprise, as if the two had always been standing there.
"I originally thought the literary culture in Yu State was already at its peak, but coming to the big city of Dai State, I realized I had seen a small witch only to meet a great one," she said.
