The corridors wound gracefully, their upturned eaves like pecking beaks. Each structure embraced its terrain, with intricate designs vying for prominence.
How could the commoners of Pingling County have imagined that such a wondrous place lay behind the imposing county government office?
Across a man-made deep trench, where clear water flowed, a stone bridge stretched like a rainbow, connecting both shores.
Behind the bridge, several artificial hills varied in shape.
Rare flowers and plants were visible along the path.
The aroma of special Mutant Beast meat, mixed with the scent of fine wines, drifted throughout the spacious garden.
Maids in sheer robes moved gracefully, carrying wine cups and kneeling on soft cushions beside small sandalwood tables to serve.
Seated at each sandalwood table were Martial Artists from within the walls of Pingling County who had received invitations.
