Two people, one unfamiliar with the route and without a goal, wandered around and actually merged into the dynasty, enjoying the New Year's Eve of 1539.
After about an hour of walking, they saw a large, prestigious household surrounded by many people; the scene was very lively.
"Let's go check it out; where there are many people, we'll definitely be able to gather some information!" Li Qianxia dragged Yang Qinglan forward.
"You said the same thing when we were looking at the chest crushing the rock earlier." Yang Qinglan, her face carved ice and snow, wore a mildly helpless smile.
She didn't stop her, without a goal, unable to gather information, the only thing left to do was to broaden one's horizons.
The heavy snow had stopped, children were playing snowball fights by the roadside, and the snow crunched underfoot.
