The day of the Evil Star's shift swiftly passed amidst tranquil times in Wind City.
With the arrival of spring, the yang energy rises, and all things revive.
Wind City gradually awakens from its long winter slumber, and a gentle transformation quietly unfolds everywhere.
The ancient city walls, once shrouded in frost and exuding a cold, gray tone, gradually gain warmth under the gentle touch of the spring sun. The bricks, worn by time, bathe in golden light.
Outside Wind City, the City Lord accompanied Liou Yuan and Bai Ling to the outskirts, and both parties bid farewell with clasped hands at the gray city walls.
"Mr. Zhou, thank you for your hospitality these days," Liou Yuan said politely to the gentle-mannered middle-aged man in front of him.
Bai Ling's stout figure stood beside him.
