New Year's Eve, the night of the Lunar New Year.
Bai Town was brightly lit, the streets desolate, with all the liveliness tucked inside people's homes.
While the inner city retained its reserved atmosphere, the surrounding villages bustled with noise, reminiscent of decades past—children running around in the snow wearing their brand-new cotton jackets.
Fireworks streaked across the sky, transforming into vibrant and dazzling spectacles.
The enormous Phoenix Pavilion had long shut its doors, shops temporarily closed for the festival. Only the two round Flood Dragon eyes remained suspended in the air, emanating an eerie white glow.
The large plaza at the foot of Phoenix Mountain was equally empty. The wooden doors of nearby houses were firmly closed, and even the disciples on duty were not stationed outside.
