The Wind Blows in the Forest

In the east corner of Longyuan Continent, the mountains are like the tired backs of giants, winding up to the sky in layers. Qingquan Town is crawling in this mountain valley, like a stone thrown in a corner, barren, quiet, and almost forgotten. Only the crystal clear "Dingdong Creek" rushing down from the mountain stream brings some vitality to the town. It was almost dusk, and the setting sun cast a warm golden glow on the dilapidated roofs and mottled earth walls. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the town, a young man was squatting on the ground, his brows furrowed and focused. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.