Many years ago, a small boat drifted across the silent river. A young man sat at the fore, and another young man stood in the rear. As they glided forward, ripples spread behind them, dissolving into the mist that hung over the water.
The young man who sat at the fore wore a silk blue robe. His black eyes were deep and bottomless, like the river beneath them.
"Brother, are you still upset? I don't understand why you are so angry."
The other young man was standing in the rear; his golden eyes, cold and unreadable, flickered as he watched the mist swirl over the water.
"What do you think would happen if you keep her by your side? Fengdu, when you see her roaming the horizons, desire will bloom in you. You were born from the wind. Eventually, you will follow your heart and embark on a bumpy path. The Netherworld is still young. What do you think would happen then?"
The young man nodded, but he did not listen.
