Dense clouds spread in all directions, blanketing the area in a deep fog. A rustling sound, like the scurrying of insects and rats, filled the air. Amidst the obscurity, faint whispers could be discerned.
Within the mist, countless branches twisted and writhed like Demon Ghosts. Eyes, teeth, human skins, and faces lurked in the shadows, observing the living.
A flash of firelight suddenly illuminated a corner of the fog.
These ghostly entities trembled as if an indescribable presence had arrived, and they quickly retreated in fear.
Soon, a beautiful woman in a flowing robe appeared, holding a lantern, her bare, fair feet resembling tender lotus roots. The sash on her slender waist fluttered like willow branches, trailing a wisp of mist. She entwined her arm with the young man's, proactively nestling into a snowy embrace, and said with a smile, "Master, the fruits from this tree are delicious."
