The light of civilization gradually radiated, infecting the wilderness and making it dazzling with it.
At the time of this joyous celebration, Lu Yuan also held a feast for the officials in the city, in the palace.
However, he didn't indulge himself in the feast. After showing his face briefly, he quickly left and went to a quiet hall.
"Yuanxiao Festival, the sound of people filling the air. This joyful age, with fireworks and Mortal Dust, is when people's hearts gather, and Qi Luck greatly increases."
Lu Yuan walked to the center of the hall, came to a row of neatly arranged wooden boxes, bent down to open one of them, and took out a jade bone shimmering with a white fluorescence. He murmured, "This time is just suitable for refining the Yellow Turban Strongman."
After more than a month of adjustment, the first batch of spiritual materials sent from the country had arrived in Stone City three days ago.
