Decades passed by swiftly, like the snap of fingers.
Where the desolate mountain village once stood, a mountain city rose majestically, standing tall among the mountains.
Mountain paths lead in all directions, streams and waters connect, with shepherds and merchants bustling back and forth. It is situated at the throat of the ranges, becoming an irreplaceable strategic location in the wilds for thousands of miles.
Today, the entire mountain city was adorned with lights and decorations, the sound of bronze drums echoed, and the melodies of reed pipes drifted, with people bustling about, joy spreading across the mountains.
Traveling merchants and people from tribal clans couldn't help but stop and watch, faces full of amazement.
A traveler halted, asking in a low voice:
"Why is the mountain city so grand and bustling today, with celebrations everywhere? What joyous occasion is this?"
A local resident answered casually, speaking with respect:
