In the early morning, a dense fog lay like a carpet on the ground, its chill seeping into the seams of clothing.
Through the mist, shadows emerged—thirty or so people trekked in a group, followed by five carts.
Most were young men and women, dressed neatly, though some wore simple cloth garments.
The most eye-catching among them was a tall man, over six feet in height, with a youthful face despite his stature.
"Master, is this Peaceful Sun Town? It’s so big, feels larger than our county town," said a slender young man, looking around curiously.
Pang Qinghe, leading the group, sighed, "It's now called Peaceful Sun County. In the future, it might even become Peaceful Sun Prefecture. We'll settle here for our livelihood from now on."
The towering man spoke in a deep voice, "Why do we have to move? Isn’t Glorious Pearl County good enough?"