The sun finally set, and the bright moon, accompanied by seven colorful stars, rose into the sky. In the Xuanyuan Square in front of the City Hall in Xuanyuan Town, a grand celebration was underway.
At the center of the square, a bonfire was lit, and there were large cuts of meat and fine wines everywhere. The aroma of the meat mingled with the laughter of the people. Bards with their harps sang beside the fire, beautiful girls danced among the crowd, and people sat in small circles, creating a very festive and relaxed atmosphere.
"Instakill, is the food good? Is the wine tasty?" Dao Feng asked as he drank, draping an arm over Huang Yi's shoulders.
"Not bad," Huang Yi replied, nodding as he bit into a roasted lamb leg.
