Not long after the carriage passed Ice Lake, one could see the village from afar.
Helian Sheng had heard that Fengdan County was an area that had suffered consecutive years of beast attacks and human calamities, a lost county where desolation was supposed to be everywhere, and no merchant caravan dared to pass through such a broken place.
However, along the way, there were no traces of beasts. Despite the heavy snow sealing the mountain roads, the snowy paths had been silently cleared, and ahead an ancient village enveloped in an orange defensive Dark Array appeared.
From the village's wooden houses, cotton-white smoke curled out of the chimneys, with bright Blue Snow Candlelight leaking out of the wooden houses and the faint fragrance of food wafting out.
This place resembled the small mountain villages commonly found in the south, tranquil and peaceful.
