Great Jin, Quanzhou.
The brilliant sunlight spilled across the earth.
Amidst the rising and falling of a gentle breeze, withered yellow leaves were swept up.
In a plot of farmland.
A farmer toiled, swinging his hoe, overturning the moist and nutrient-rich soil beneath.
Sweat gradually emerged on his forehead under the blazing sun, dripping into the muddy ground.
Seeing this, the man furrowed his brow slightly, then resumed hoeing, turning the soil anew.
Round and round, the process repeated endlessly.
And when the view was raised, one could see that surrounding this piece of farmland were exquisite buildings adorned with carved balustrades and jade inlays.
The so-called farmland was merely a small piece of idle land carved out in the center of a vast courtyard.
"Chengyin."
Just then, a somewhat aged voice suddenly echoed.
The man immediately snapped back to reality, turning to look at one side of the courtyard.
