Chen Kingdom, No-Return Valley.
All year round, fog shrouded the valley, day and night... Rumors of ghosts and strange happenings never ceased.
The valley was quiet and peaceful within. Especially tonight, beneath a bright moon and sparse stars, a wooden house stood beside a clear stream, and a feeling of serenity drifted quietly through the air.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
Old Yellow Dog suddenly barked.
The barking disturbed the night. Ripples spread across the clear stream, and the moon's reflection shattered across the water.
The valley awoke.
In front of the wooden house sat a small stool, and on it sat a white-haired old man dozing.
"What are you barking at?" he grumbled in displeasure without opening his eyes.
"Boss, it's me."
A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the pale night and hurried over to the old man.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
Old Yellow Dog, lying by the corner of the house, barked at him again, looking ferocious.
Unfortunately, its bones were old and tired, and it had little power to intimidate.
It could only bully this "new arrival," who didn't dare talk back.
The old man on the stool opened his eyes and took a look. "Oh, Little Snake."
Fang Heling was already used to it.
He said calmly, "I'm Little He."
"Little He..." The old man stood up and came close to him, muttering mysteriously, "There's a woman in my room. Do you know who she is? She's lying on my bed, and she won't let me sleep!"
"Lord Jiemian," Fang Heling replied.
"Oh..." The old man pondered for a moment. "Who?"
Fang Heling thought for a moment, then covered his face with his left hand. "Lord Swallow."
"Swal...low." The old man murmured, "Swal... I'm Yan Chunhui... Yan Chunhui is me!"
"Jiang Mengxiong!"
He suddenly