Song Ciwan would walk through the streets and alleys every day after work, though she never went out of her way to talk to anyone.
She remained silent, quiet as a wisp of clear wind drifting apart from the world, calmly observing the clamor of the Mortal World, its sorrows and joys.
An indescribable atmosphere always pervaded the city streets. The perceptive could sense this strangeness, but most people simply considered it normal.
And that was fine. For ordinary mortals, a life full of worry was still a life, as was a life lived in blissful ignorance. Either way, they could only concern themselves with their daily necessities, not with the sky falling or the earth splitting, much less the past or the future…
Since that was the case, it was better to have fewer worries.
On the twenty-second day of the first month, the Big White Goose emerged from the Spirit Beast Bag.
