November 6th.
3 a.m.
It's an ordinary day, the sky as dark as ink, with a crisp coldness in the air that makes your throat itch when inhaled into the lungs.
Whether in Upper City or the residents of the northern province, no one feels anything different; they go about their daily routines as usual.
For those running breakfast stalls, this time of night is when they start preparing ingredients in the dark.
Streetlights flicker on the dim streets.
Feng Village is no different.
At the edge of Fengxiang Town, Yangzhou City, in the middle of an endless plain, a light flickers like a firefly.
This is Feng Village!
"Snap!"
A crisp sound rings out.
Inside the ancestral hall of Feng Village, Feng Jiancun sits on a chair; he presses a lighter, and the flickering flame burns the tip of the cigarette he's holding.
"Hoo~"
Feeling the chill in the air, he exhales a plume of smoke, then turns his head to the side.
"Where's Chen Erliang?"
