In such a remote village, a martial artist with basic skills could open a school and recruit many disciples, while those who practiced cultivation were nothing short of legendary.
Reaching the age of seventy is rare.
For mere mortals without the path to cultivation, living past seventy was rather uncommon.
The front gate of the Lin Mansion had been newly painted, lanterns and banners were hung in celebration. Esteemed guests from all over the city had gathered, bringing gifts, including treasures that were extraordinarily rare for common folk. Jewels and silks abounded.
Many had not even been granted the privilege to enter the mansion, handing over their gifts at the entrance and leaving promptly.
The value of the gifts was of little concern; what mattered was the act of giving, as failing to do so could lead to dire consequences.
Outside, the crowd was bustling. Behind the thick green stone walls within the courtyard, melodious opera tunes were already floating in the air.
