Chen Country, Wu Hui Valley.
Shrouded in mist all year round, day and night like this... rumors of haunting events never cease.
The interior of the valley is quiet and peaceful, especially this night with bright stars and a sparse moon. A wooden cabin stands before a clear stream, a sense of tranquility quietly flowing.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The Old Yellow Dog suddenly started barking.
This burst of barks disturbed the night, causing ripples in the clear stream, moonlight shattering on the water's surface.
The valley awoke.
A small stool was placed in front of the wooden cabin, where a dozing white-haired elder sat.
"What's all the noise?" he grumbled discontentedly without opening his eyes.
"Boss, it's me."
A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the gentle night, quickly walking up to the elder.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
The Old Yellow Dog, lying in the corner of the cabin, barked at him a few more times, looking quite ferocious.
