Qingping Town.
It was located at the foot of the Great Yan Great Wall, serving as a vital chokepoint for the Northern Border Yulu Pass.
Rolling green mountains surrounded it, boasting superb feng shui. Although there was no major river for Water Transport nearby, it was still a place blessed by nature's spiritual grace. Amidst the lush, forested mountains, a rustic town could be seen. Its tiled houses and farmlands were neatly arranged, while the old and young lived in peaceful contentment, like a paradise secluded from the world.
The marketplace was bustling with activity. Passing merchants had their carts piled high with goods.
From time to time, a group of young children would run past.
"Lü Feng! Wait for me!"
On the bluestone path, a snot-nosed boy stepped in a slippery patch of mud and instantly took a nasty spill, landing face-first.
This drew mocking "HAHA"s from the other children his age. The snot-nosed boy looked completely miserable, his eyes turning red.
"Get up."
