Ye Xinxia woke up from her sleep. She did not hear the usual chirping sound from the forest outside her house.
When she opened her eyes, the forest was still covered in darkness. The stars were sparse in the sky above the mountains. They looked hazy and distant.
The sky was still dark. Ye Xinxia closed her eyes again.
Unlike the past, she did not fall back to sleep. She was in a clear state of mind. It was so clear that she could paint a subtle painting in her mind. She could even see the patterns on the pillars very clearly…
She saw pots of white flames appear before her. Later, she saw red figures. She also noticed a man in a lengthy white robe with unkempt hair who gave off an air of majesty.
She sat in the middle of the white flame pots. A woman chatted with the man in the white robe. She could not hear the exact conversation. She saw people fall on their knees and cheer, as if an era that belonged to them was about to arrive!