In the eastern reaches of the kingdom, mountain ranges stretch one after another. At their foot lies a primitive village.
A spring flows down from the mountains and along a canal. At the canal's end, a lake teems with fish and shrimp.
To the west of the village are rice paddies, with narrow paths between the fields and plenty of fat fish and wild ducks.
On either side of the paddies are orchards and mulberry groves. Villagers mingle and greet one another warmly.
Village name: Wolong
Village chief: Feng Xin
Let the flowers dance in the breeze; let the years slip away.
I dream of you for the rest of my life, and give my life to you.
Feng Xin rests both hands on the crystal coffin, gazing at the beautiful woman lying inside, her face serene.
Feng Xin: You've slept here for five years. I've spent five years outside, unable to sleep.
System: Though you are richer than a nation, your heart has nowhere to turn. Complete my objectives, and I will grant you a reunion!
System: Village development is at one percent. Raise it to five percent.
System: Village fame: one. Raise it to one thousand.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
