The tranquility and peace of Xiangrong City was an intoxicating pleasure.
It had gracefully fluttering Spirit Butterflies that delighted the eyes, romantically beautiful city gardens that seemed like fairylands, and seasons that were perpetually springlike, making one linger and forget to return.
In the orderly planned streets, elders with kind faces sat in courtyards, confident youth Soul Pet Trainers were sparring, and children chased and frolicked with the Spirit Butterflies, running up and down the alleys.
After the baptism of war, the tranquility of the city seemed even more profound, and everything in Wanxiang City appeared unrelated to this city...
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In the ancient courtyard, Old Man Chen sat alone, listening intently to the sounds of the forest swaying with the wind.
