On the northeastern border of the forbidden ground, the Hundred Poison Valleys, a small town, was situated in it.
It was a beautiful summer morning. The sky was clear as it was covered with a limitless sea of azure green and several white cotton-like clouds of different shapes and sizes in the limitless sky. Various small birds chirped in the woods beside the town, further enhancing and energizing the spirits of all the dwellers, both locals and travelers, who had spent a night inside the town.
At the fringe of the town, there was also a vast field of grassland. Thirty-five children were currently playing in the field. Sometimes, they all stopped and began the competition of who caught the most dragonflies among their peers. Usually, around this early summer season of the year, the surrounding places around this grassland field were filled with swarms of dragonflies of various colors, sizes, and shapes.
