Wang Xuan couldn't resist the overpowering weight of drowsiness any longer. He yawned, burdened by his worries, and gradually drifted into a dream. Deep down, he feared the world might truly undergo dramatic changes in the next three years. He dreaded the possibility that his worst speculations might turn into reality.0

Outside the window, stars began to twinkle as a silver crescent moon hung at the horizon. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves, carried by the evening breeze, would land on the window, producing faint tapping sounds. Inside the room, the bone quivered ever so slightly, returning to stillness so quickly it would be almost impossible for an average person to notice.0

In his dream, Wang Xuan wielded an ethereal sword and lay intoxicated amidst clouds. Surrounding him were magnificent pavilions with interweaving celestial rivers, falling petals, and wafts of fragrances. Before him stood a jade table adorned with ripe peaches and fragrant mushrooms, and a jade pot filled with ambrosial nectar, its aroma lingering in the air.3

Mist and clouds swirled, transforming the landscape into a paradise reminiscent of the mythical Jade Pool. At a distance, celestial maidens danced gracefully to the enchanting tunes of flutes and...0