The remote geography of Guxian Town meant that entering it required crossing the various towering peaks of the Henggong Mountain Range, where evil Sui were plentiful and travel was dangerous. Aside from trade caravans or those who lived within the mountains, few ever came here.
Zhuge Jian was an outsider, and his arrival in Guxian Town naturally drew pairs of eyes.
On the street, the townspeople each put down whatever they were holding in their hands, staring fixedly at this outsider who had walked out from the mountain.
Someone held a teapot, sipping tea from the spout, yet their gaze followed Zhuge Jian's figure as it moved.
Three or five people stood on the roadside, carrying hoes and chatting, but their heads turned along with Zhuge Jian's silhouette.
There was also a woman under the eaves mending the sole of a shoe, who raised her needle, rubbed it against her hair for hair oil, and kept her gaze glued tightly to Zhuge Jian.
Zhuge Jian remained unbothered, his gait turning peculiar as he walked toward Sanyuan Residence.
Guxian Town was famous because an ancient person of virtue had once emerged from it in the past.
Rumor had it that several thousand years ago, there was a great scholar in the small town who passed the imperial examinations all the way up, winning first place in all three tiers of exams, and served as a Grand Scholar of the Grand Secretariat. He later retired from public life, returned to Guxian Town, and died peacefully at the age of ninety-eight without any illness.
Thus, this town became immensely famous and was renamed Guxian Town.
As for the former residence of that great scholar, it was called Sanyuan Residence.
Sanyuan Residence was not considered small, yet it covered an area of six or