Chen Yang was astonished, for the scene before him was entirely beyond his expectations.
A village, incredibly nestled at the base of a volcano.
He looked carefully downward and saw that the village was made up of small houses with walls composed of stone, while the roofs were covered in dried grass, all very rustic.
The arrangement of the houses was very orderly, clearly the result of careful planning.
A small stream wound its way from east to west, meandering throughout.
To the east were houses, and to the west were fields, fruit trees, pig pens...
The village wasn't large, but it had everything one might need.
This village formed its own ecosystem, self-sufficient.
At that moment, in the village, some children were practicing martial arts at the western end, guided by a burly man clad in a wolf pelt.
In the fields, there were people tending to crops.
Some women were washing clothes in the lower reaches of the stream.
