The old man sat motionless on a stone, with only a fishing rod extended before him, its line hanging far out into the lake.
Beize had always been cold, and even at this time of year, some shallow stretches along the shore might not yet have fully thawed.
The most famous spectacle along this lakeshore was the Qibao Lake Mist. Every May and June, vast clouds of crystalline mist glowing with seven colors would blanket the lake and spread across its surroundings. Even locals could not tell where the lake ended and the shore began.
There were even tales that this was when gods and ghosts bathed, so ordinary people generally did not come here during this period.
Of course, the most important reason was that Chen Chuan knew the collision between the two worlds would occur here soon. Before arriving, he had already notified the Central City of Haixi Province to prohibit residents of nearby villages and towns from approaching this place over the next few days, while also closing off routes used by certain upper-class figures who came here for sightseeing.
At this moment, he watched the old man's figure, identifying the style and era of his clothing.
The old man did not turn around and simply spoke to himself. "Look upon this vast Great Marsh. It has reflected countless remarkable figures throughout the ages.
"Yet now, heroes and emperors are nowhere to be seen. Only these waves continue to flow.
"From the dawn of civilization to the present, the nations of mankind have existed for merely several thousand years. Compared to the sun and moon in the heavens, they are insignificant; even compared to the stone beneath me, they fall far short.
"All things rise and fall like tides, born and extinguished in turn. Man stands among