Wisteria Isle.
The azure sea stretched boundless beneath a vast blue sky. A lone isle stood upon the waters, not particularly extensive, barely the size of several commanderies of the Li Kingdom. Red flowers and green vines grew thickly across it, while clusters of dark pavilions occupied its center.
A cold moon hung slantwise to the east of the isle. The gleaming radiance of Greater Yin shone down, revealing all manner of strange sights: a Moon Goddess seemed to hurry about, smoothing the waves, only for the azure sea to split abruptly, never again to be made whole.
There was not a soul within those dark pavilions, nor any sign of life. Only countless Blood-Red Wisteria vines descended from the Great Void, slowly weaving together into an indistinct human figure.
The figure followed a long yellow-earth road toward the isle's eastern shore, each step faster than the last. In the blink of an eye, it reached the edge of the isle, then stopped abruptly beside a chalk-white sea cliff and went no farther.
Blood-red and jade-green radiance of Yi Wood surged and overlapped like blooming flowers and grasses, gathering around the figure. Under its illumination, the figure slowly solidified, revealing a young man dressed in black.
The youth had pale skin and a smiling face. He gently extended his deadwood-like hands, his movements slowing until they almost stopped. A layer of moonlight gradually covered his fingertips.
"Fellow Daoist Weifei, I trust you've been well."
"True Person Ji Yue, what a fine memory you have. You still remember this incarnation of mine."
A woman appeared upon the crescent moon above the clouds, seated within its curve. Her long dress was white as snow, her face indistinct. An object of shifting silver radiance lay across her legs, resembling a broken mirror, split