"By the time this Fisherman wakes up, he finds himself collapsed on the shore, as if last night was nothing but a grand dream!"
"But to his astonishment, he discovers that his middle-aged body has grown incredibly strong and vigorous, his temples have turned black again, and he has become many years younger."
"What is even more miraculous is that when he returns to the village, he finds that half a month has passed since he lost consciousness."
"Grandma, how is the story that Wanwan is telling?"
The turbulent Nu River, on a riverside high in the trees.
A woman dressed in a blue Xiuhe robe with silver tassels, her eyes sharp and clear, bearing a sly smile, leans against a tree trunk with one pale foot hooked upward, watching the shimmering figures by the river.
She then looks sideways.
Beside her on a branch, an old woman with eyeballs turned white and facial skin wrinkled like dry tree bark, wears a black oversized hat and a dark cyan Da'ao, sitting cross-legged.
