The sun had reached its zenith when Bi Fang finally arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain.
He looked around, to the north lay a forest teeming with high mountains and dense clouds, and to the south was a European town brimming with the vigor of life, situated at the border between the North Atlantic and the inland.
At this moment, it was the warmest time of day, the streets were gradually bustling with activity, a competent and beautiful landlady stood at her doorstep greeting familiar customers, fishmongers and fruit vendors had set up their stalls out on the street, and the air was filled with the salty sea breeze and the aroma of coffee.
Cars drove by.
There was a sign in front of the town with some English on it, probably the town's name, but it was somewhat abstract, and Bi Fang couldn't make it out at a glance.
