It was a scorching summer day, the sun blazing like fire. Emerging from the jade-green West Yin Mountain, Zhang Beixing had walked over a kilometer before arriving at Xiyin Town, nestled at the foot of the mountain.
It was nine in the morning, and the modestly sized Xiyin Town was already bustling with noise and excitement. Apart from the town residents, Zhang Beixing also saw many men and women dressed in local costumes weaving through the crowd. Furthermore, numerous street stalls and merchants had appeared.
Seeing this, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but feel curious. What's going on here?
Just then, a surprised and uncertain voice called out from behind, "Lao Zhang?"
Hearing this, Zhang Beixing turned around. He saw Zheng Jituo standing not far away, sizing him up with a somewhat astonished expression.
