At the same time, within Dawan City, at the rear mountain.
Dawan City's acting City Lord at this time, the Han Clan's third-generation patriarch, Han Dayong's son Han Yunpeng, was respectfully leading the way for a young man behind him.
Chatting and laughing along the way, Han Yunpeng led his guest toward the former site of Dawan Village.
By the time Han Yunpeng had been born, Dawan Village had already passed its earliest period of "hardship and pioneering" and had begun developing toward the scale of a market town.
Thus, he had not experienced Dawan Village's earliest bitter years.
Even so, he naturally knew of the struggles from back when they had arrived and built everything almost from nothing.
One could even say he knew them exceedingly well.
This was naturally because, ever since he was young, his father Han Dayong had often spoken of the experiences of striving amid those perilous and harsh conditions.
As a result, Han Yunpeng knew every story that had once taken place on every inch of land in the ruins of Dawan Village.
Such as the Crocodile Demon that had once ridden ashore by the river amid a torrential downpour to attack the village, the Mountain Leeches that blanketed the hills and plains during the rainy season, the Gale Falcons that descended when the Spirit Fields ripened, and so on.
From his lips, it sounded as though he had witnessed those events with his own eyes.
The young man following behind him listened to Han Yunpeng's account, his gaze resting upon the village before him, which at first glance appeared shabby and backward.
An unspoken tide of thoughts wound around his heart, and his eyes gradually became somewhat vacant.
According to Han Yunpeng, Dawan Village's rise had been a process of continual outward expansion,