The wind blew gently, happily waving the tall grass in the green fields with plants as tall as a human's head. The howling wind could be heard from far away. The bright but warm sun shone along the valley of PaiHua Rock Mountain. Once covered with rocks as far as the eye could see, the valley is now turned into a large area with many beautiful buildings that sparkle when exposed to the sun. The dominant white and red flag of the WahYe state symbol that had not been seen for seventy years finally stood in its position again firmly and steadily as if challenging the clear blue sky.
Kids from LoHua village who are moving to the lost city are seen running on the main streets. The laughter of the citizens gathering in front of the new house they would live in. Life will change from now on, their city is back, and their identity as people of WahYe. Proud of the name they have, will not hide anymore because of the absence of a place to live that makes them foreigners in other countries.
