Danzhou's year-end festival was not called the Spring Festival, nor did it have anything to do with the farming season.
It was called the "Cold Departure Festival."
Yet in essence, it was much the same—the time of year when the cold was about to pass, spring flowers bloomed, and heaven and earth came back to life.
There was also a legend: in the distant age of the ancient forefathers, extreme cold had suddenly descended, freezing the Danzhou continent for nine hundred years. Living creatures perished, and all things were wiped out.
Later, the True Sun God descended upon the Danzhou continent with nine Golden Crows. The Golden Crows circled the continent, scattering the true fire of the sun and melting the ice cap, and thus the continent revived.
To commemorate the True Sun God, the ancient forefathers named the day of the god's descent the Cold Departure Festival.
As for whether a true god had truly descended in that era, or whether the laws of heaven had merely undergone some change, there was no longer any way to verify it.
But it was true that the weather began to warm from the day of the Cold Departure Festival onward.
Lin'an City was exceptionally lively during the Cold Departure Festival, but to Qin He, it lacked a little of that New Year flavor.
Not food, not crowds, and certainly not the dazzling array of goods—it was the scent of gunpowder.
This world actually had no gunpowder.
So there were no firecrackers, much less fireworks.
The stars of the Cold Departure Festival were lanterns.
All kinds of flower lanterns.
For the three days before and after the Cold Departure Festival, the authorities sent out the City Guard and martial academy students on night patrol, doing their utmost to ensure Lin'an City's safety