The Lantern Festival was upon Chang'an City, and although the winter cold had not yet dissipated, the city was buzzing with extraordinary warmth.
Along an alley road, the shops on both sides were adorned with lanterns and colorful streamers, the scents of all kinds of food and spices permeated the street, and the noisy yet rhythmic calls of vendors were incessant, filled with the bustling atmosphere of the Human World.
A man in a green shirt swayed his shoulders as he walked slowly through the crowd, his gait somewhat unsteady, contrasting starkly with the hurrying pedestrians around him who wore joyous expressions, making him seem out of place.
He hung his head low, his brows knotted in worry, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts.
"A hundred years, it's actually been one hundred years…" the green-robed man muttered to himself in a low voice, then slowly raised his head.
The green-robed man had a fair and youthful appearance, though his complexion was somewhat pale.
