Great Wei.
On the east coast of the Central Plains.
Pinghao City.
In the deep winter season, the annual festival is approaching, and the city is bustling with activity.
Crackle~~~
During the festival season, a variety of sacrificial activities and worship ceremonies are held in quick succession, with firecrackers going off from early dawn until late at night.
The hustle and bustle belonged to others, but for someone like Lin Zheyu, a solitary person, celebrating the festival made no difference.
In a courtyard on the outskirts.
The courtyard was surrounded by array flags, setting up an isolating array.
With enough spirit stones, Lin Zheyu had purchased many highly practical auxiliary magical artifacts and arrays.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The sound of firecrackers continuously emanated from the outside, drowning out the sharp sound of the saber cutting through the air in the courtyard.
