In Yan Kingdom of the Eastern Region, Taihang Commandery, rows of wooden houses stood unevenly, covering the foot of the mountain.
Outside almost every house hung smoked cured meat, ripe grain, and red peppers.
Only, the mortals coming and going were dressed extremely plainly.
One by one, they hurried anxiously toward the mountain peak.
To them, the mountain peak was very high, but on a day like today, they had no choice but to go, because today was the day to make offerings at the Immortal Hall.
Ye Zi was one of them. She was just over ten years old. Though her features were delicate, years of exposure to the blazing sun had left her skin the color of dried wheat.
She did not know what use there was in making offerings at the Immortal Hall. She had never seen an immortal, and neither had her father or mother.
But she had seen wolves that could fly, and eagles that could breathe fire, so she believed there were immortals.
She had heard the old clan chief in the village say that the immortals were angry, and needed them to burn incense, boil tea, make offerings, and bow in worship year after year, day after day.
When the immortals' anger cooled, they would return, and at that time, they too would have hope of becoming immortals.
Though the Immortal Hall was not located particularly high up, it still left many mortals panting for breath, especially the elderly, who had almost all been carried here on the backs of the village's young and strong.
The moment they saw the hall, tears welled in their eyes.
Unfortunately, even after they anxiously entered the great hall, no immortal in Daoist robes appeared inside as the legends said.
"Make offerings, bow!" Even so, the old