The southern part of Jiang Ancient City.
A sprawling old district lies here, filled with traditional courtyard houses, built with green bricks and black tiles. Though weathered with age, the homes are cleaned meticulously, exuding a charmingly antique aesthetic.
The streets, recently washed by rainfall, are spotlessly clean, lifting the spirits of anyone walking along.
Tap, tap, tap!
Ye Feng walked side-by-side with the Fourth Generation disciple Zhang Tianyuan, admiring the cypress trees lining the old street. The branches bore many white flower buds.
Occasional chirping of birds could be heard from the treetops, pleasant and melodious.
"Sect Leader, what are we looking for?"
Zhang Tianyuan glanced around, feeling that apart from its antiquity, the place held no particular qualities.
"The older a place, the more it holds value for observation and exploration," Ye Feng replied.
"So, what do you mean, Sect Leader?"
Zhang Tianyuan was still perplexed.
