Mistaken Heaven, Miling Island. The mountains undulate, green vegetation everywhere.
In the center, there is a small lake, the surface smooth as a mirror.
Not far from the shore stands a sturdy tree full of aerial roots.
Within the large canopy, stars twinkle as if countless fireflies were hidden inside.
Amidst the flickering light, an old, kind voice layered with gravity spoke: "Wu Neng'er, the Human Demons are approaching, take your brothers and sisters and leave."
At this moment, a group of peculiar little people half a human tall stands beneath the tree.
They are dressed in wide clothes made from green leaves, wearing semi-transparent cloaks with silver patterns on their backs. Their eyes are pale gold, hair snow-white, and they are quite handsome in appearance.
The leader, Wu Neng'er, frowned, the orange-yellow flame decorative mark on his forehead flickering unpredictably.
