"The feast begins!"
"The feast begins!"
In the small mountain village, the voices of children echoed loudly.
Every household sprung into action, old and young alike, carrying pots, pans, ladles, and bowls to the usual clearing for communal feasts.
Dugu Yuqing entrusted the many Thunderbirds to Uncle Zhang, Auntie Wang, and the rest, then headed to his courtyard.
...
At this moment.
Inside the courtyard.
Li Fan, bored with nothing to do, was tending to farm work with Gong Ya.
He had drawn plenty of well water to water the plants in the courtyard, and now, in the springtime of March, the courtyard was awash with verdant new growth.
The World Tree sprouted new leaves, each one seeming to carry the imprint of an entire world, with mysterious energies circulating, as if nurturing the embryonic forms of these worlds.
In the Yin and Yang Realms, the World Tree had absorbed plenty of world imprints, which now remained within the tree, seemingly stored there.
