Flicking his fingers, it was now April in the mortal realm of Da Jing, Yan Region, within the Chu Kingdom's cultivation realm, a beautiful time in the world.
Outside the Yan Capital City, the willows drooped gently, painted boats drifted on the moat, and the bluestone roads inside the city were polished bright by the feet of passersby. Wine and tea banners fluttered in the spring breeze, depicting a bustling market scene.
In a private room on the third floor of "Drunken Immortal Tower," sat a figure in green by the window.
Chen Sheng held a white porcelain teacup, gently rubbing the rim as he gazed at the bustling crowd below.
The delicate fragrance of Biluochun tea wafted upward, blending with the cries of street vendors and the clatter of horse hooves, painting a rich picture of earthly life.
He took a sip of the tea, murmuring to himself, "Two thousand years have passed since the first life, yet Da Jing remains, as does Prince Yan's Mansion."
