In the evening, the sun started to set.
Smoke emerged from kitchen chimneys in a small village located within the boundaries of the Chong Ming Road. The small village was shrouded in the rays of the setting sun and the atmosphere around the town was exceptionally lively.
There were sounds of dogs barking, chickens clucking, weary birds returning to their nests, children playing cheerfully and even adults drinking and laughing. All of the sounds mixed together, creating a vibrant picture, filled with the delightfulness of life.
This small village known as the Lee Family Village was filled with harmony and bliss.
Zhao Shang and He Ju were two handsome middle-aged men.
Their tall and slender figures fluttered in the wind like two wisps of smoke. They kept to the canopy of the forest as they slowly approached the village.
The two men stopped on a treetop located halfway up a hill and looked downwards at the townspeople.