Yilin town, an ancient and backward haven nestled within the kingdom of Donghua on the Dongzhou continent, hummed with life on a crisp winter's day.
Its charming streets, despite their old-fashioned simplicity, hinted at a culture that had been thriving for generations. The houses, constructed from sturdy clay and brick and adorned with intricate carvings, exuded an aura of timelessness.
Yilin was a witness to the ancient customs and traditions of a world that had finally evolved rapidly over centuries, after being left behind for an unknown amount of time.
As Xu Feng had strolled through the streets, he'd marveled at the bustling life around him. It was incredible to think about how far this small town had come.
Just a thousand years ago, he mused, the people of Dongzhou might have still been wearing grass skirts and dwelling in caves. The arrival of demon beasts, including the dragon, snake, fox, turtle, and wolf, had brought both challenges and opportunities.
