Fu City was vast. South of its urban center lay Sleeping Mountain District.
To the west was Taian District, which contained Maishan County. At the westernmost edge of Maishan County lay Xianyang Village.
Farther west of Xianyang Village, beyond the boundaries of Fu City, lay an unbroken expanse of ancient forest, untouched by modern development.
Maishan County was unremarkable, but Xianyang Village had a story behind it.
That was also how Xianyang Village had gotten its name.
Legend had it that several hundred years ago, refugees fleeing from the north had wandered through countless hardships before arriving in Maishan County.
But all the fertile land in Maishan County had long since been claimed. What remained simply could not support so many refugees.
Just as the exhausted, starving group hovered on the brink of death, a black sheep suddenly appeared.
It made no sound, merely staring straight at the refugees with its oblong pupils.
As though bewitched, the refugees began following it in a daze.
By the time they stopped, they had reached a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters!
Overjoyed, the refugees settled there and named it Xianyang Village in honor of the black sheep that had led them.
Naturally, sheep became sacred creatures worshipped by the villagers of Xianyang Village.
The village even held a Sheep Transformation Festival once every three years.
The lucky person chosen would wear sheep horns and a sheepskin, serving as the Sheep Immortal for three days.
August 19.
Tomorrow was the triennial Sheep Transformation Festival.
The villagers of Xianyang Village gathered to sing and dance. Every household contributed a dish, setting out a banquet that stretched for a hundred meters.
It truly was a place of beautiful mountains and clear waters. Like Peach Blossom Spring, it was surrounded by mountains on all sides.