in the north of the western mountains, bordering the psychedelic forest of the dark city.

the two figures are flying through the forest. Judging from the fog around them, they are both very strong.

like a headless fly, they pierce left and right, sometimes fly to the air to identify the direction, sometimes fall into the forest to find a way out. After a long time, they finally stop.

"Grandpa, what's the matter?" One of them, a young man dressed in brocade and Chinese clothes, looked around and asked with a frown.

standing beside the young man is an old man. His gray hair is not mottled, and they are...