Dongying Country, atop Mount Fuji.
On the snow-covered summit lies a green valley, lush with grass and shaded by green trees.
Pavilions, terraces, artificial hills, and small lakes create a serene environment, shrouded in immortal mist, resembling a utopian paradise.
A middle-aged man, clad in a kimono, sits alone amidst it all, burning incense and savoring tea, the epitome of elegance.
After a while, a woman also in kimono, bowing slightly at the waist, steps forward and says to the middle-aged man, "Ancestor, everyone has arrived."
"Let them in."
The middle-aged man gestures with his hand, his blood qi robust, exuding the aura of a wise sage.
The woman withdraws and soon ushers a group of people through the mountain gate.
This group comprises elders, youths, people in kimonos, and others in Central Plains Daoist robes.
As they enter, they all greet the middle-aged man with clasped fists and a bow.
