Early in the morning, just as the sun broke over the horizon, golden rays filtered through the gaps in the foliage, scattering like crushed gold across the training grounds of Taoyuan Village.
The morning mist had not yet fully dissipated, casting a gossamer veil over the entire village and making it feel as though one had stepped into a realm of immortals. The air was heavy with the damp, refreshing scent of fresh grass, crisp and pleasant.
At the center of the training grounds stood a bluestone platform, upon which towered an ancient locust tree a thousand years old. This old tree was the symbol of Taoyuan Village, having witnessed the rise and fall of the settlement through the generations.
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