Xiangrong City was peaceful and calm. It was an intoxicating enjoyment. 

She had elegant and fluttering Fairy Butterflies that warmed the heart and delighted the eye. She had romantic beauty that was akin to stepping into a city of flowers in an immortal realm. She had four seasons of spring that gradually caused people to forget about seasons.

In the orderly streets sat kind-looking old men, confident young soul pet trainers comparing notes, and young children chasing and bothering Fairy Butterflies along the big streets and small alleys.

After the war, the peaceful city seemed particularly serene. Everything that had happened in Wanxiang City seemed to have nothing to do with this city...

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In an ancient courtyard, Old Chen sat alone. He was listening with concentration at the small trees and wind blowing.

On the old man’s shoulder sat a Black Fairy Butterfly. Its eyes would always emit an emotion that others would find impossible to read. It was alone, and resembled the blind old man sitting in the courtyard listening to the wind.

Time seemed to pass very slowly,...