"Ten Thousand Immortals Festival? What's that?" Ouyang continued asking curiously.
The middle-aged man looked at Ouyang as though he were an idiot. "What kind of joke are you making, sir? The Ten Thousand Immortals Festival! Who doesn't know about the Ten Thousand Immortals Festival?"
There was actually someone in this world who didn't know about the Ten Thousand Immortals Festival? You might as well ask what eating and sleeping were!
Looking at the two of them, the middle-aged man had already decided that these two seemingly refined young men were complete fools.
Ouyang looked at the middle-aged man in bewilderment. He had only asked a casual question, yet the man's gaze had turned somewhat contemptuous.
As a palm-sized piece of golden metal landed in his arms, the middle-aged man's gaze filled with respect, and he instantly found an excuse for Ouyang:
"You must be wholly devoted to your own endeavors, sir, keeping your ears closed to everything beyond your window. That must be why you pay little attention to festivals?"
Putting away the gold, the middle-aged man solemnly began introducing the so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Festival to Ouyang and Bai Feiyu.
Ouyang and Xiao Bai squatted by the roadside. As he listened to the middle-aged man beside them chattering on about the so-called Ten Thousand Immortals Festival, Ouyang finally realized just how ignorant his question had been.
In this Mortal World, the Ten Thousand Immortals Festival was as important as the Spring Festival in his previous life!
It was the grandest festival in the entire Mortal World, and also carried the meaning of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, in the hope that the Immortals would continue to bless them in the coming year!
According to legend, all of Heaven and Earth had once been fraught with