Deep within the Imperial Palace, there is a secluded courtyard devoid of people, where an ancient pavilion with five stories stands, each level displaying a stone wall as the foundation of the Great Yu Royal Family's heritage.
At this moment, on the fourth floor of the pavilion, inside a room with closed doors, the surface of the mural belonging to "The Human World" ripples with starlight.
A thin crack slowly emerges, and Zhao Douan steps out from within, stunned by the unexpected change that leaves him in a state of shock.
"Is this the backyard of the Martial Arts Hall? Did I walk out from the painting?!" Zhao Douan looks around the familiar room in disbelief.
Outside the tightly closed windows, sunlight pierces through the window paper, illuminating half of a meditation cushion on the brown floor.
He instinctively turns back to find that the crack on the painting behind him is rapidly healing, slowly vanishing.
