Amidst the ancient forests of a mystical realm, where cherry blossom trees bloomed even amid winter, Wei Ning Zhi stood before Wei Liuxian, her heart heavy with questions and confusion. The air was tinged with otherworldly magic, and the soft rustling of leaves provided a gentle backdrop to their conversation.
''Uncle Qin Shi Huang told me I would find you here''. She started.
Gazing at the koi pond, Wei Liuxian spoke, ''The serenity of this place conceals the currents of destiny that flow beneath its surface''. He looked at his sister, ''Just as one might misjudge the depth of this pond, so too can we misjudge the paths our lives are destined to take''.
Wei Liuxian smirking, ''Destiny is but a fickle mistress, dancing on the edge of a blade. What say you, my sister Ning Zhi? Do you believe our fates are woven in the stars, or do we mould our destinies?''