On the fifteenth day of the second month, the Flower Festival.
Under the night sky, in Bei Ya Mountain City, flower lanterns had already been hung along the bluestone street.
Mortals climbed bamboo ladders onto vine bridges, adorning the lanterns with flowers and plants, while Cultivators gathered fireflies and merged them into the wicks.
The entire street was enveloped in a soft, green glow.
The Flower Festival, calm and uneventful, proceeded as scheduled.
Song Yan and Yan Xun were currently sitting in a roadside restaurant, chatting idly.
"It's truly lively…"
Song Yan sighed, "Peace and quiet have their merits, and liveliness has its own charm."
"Coming back to your Bei Ya Mountain this time has really opened my eyes."
He looked out at the street scene from the window.
Scattered flower petals drifted with the wind, falling into the crowd, causing the Mortal girls carrying baskets to giggle and chase after them.
